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With This “Bow”, I Thee Wed…

Why a bow and not a ring? Symbolism. “With this ring, I promise undying love and eternal devotion”. Those are nice words. What do they mean though? Undying love and eternal devotion!? I’m a practical guy. Did either of you make the rings? No. How about the ring’s maintenance? Well, don’t lose it and clean it once in a while, right? That sounds easy enough. Symbolism.

A bow starts as a single piece of string and requires two hands, working together, to make it into a bow. If it begins to come undone, it takes two hands, each pulling gently on a loop to strengthen it once again. One hand can’t maintain a bow alone, but two can. One hand, pulling a loose string, can easily change a beautiful bow back into a single piece of string. Symbolism

Two hands to build it, two hands keep it together. The rings you buy, the bows you make. Symbolism

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Writing

It’s About Time

What do we know about the concept of time? It’s like Bigfoot, we think we’re sure, but no, not really.

We see time as linear, moving from left to right; yesterday, today and tomorrow. We “feel” it’s passing and measure our lives by the idea of past, present and future.

Yet, what is “time”? I’m sure that there is a technical definition, but at best, it’s just speculation.

We named this phenomenon like we do everything else that frightens us. A name that makes it human and softens the edges. He’s “Father Time”, a wise old man.

We make jokes, idioms and metaphors using time; “time for a change”, “time out”, “time heals all wounds”. Suddenly, it’s not such a scary subject, I mean, we speak of it every day.

Calling “Time” time is like calling “God”, Uncle Bob. Our old and dear friend, always near, always warm and friendly.

Imagine rising above the earth and looking down. Then, imagine time as a ruler that stretches from one end of the earth to the other with each year marked on its surface, say from the “beginning” of “time” until present day.

A billion years reflected on a ruler and there we are, taking up about 1/8 inch of the length. The entire span of human existence compressed into a visual picture. We are but a grain of sand on a vast beach.

Now, back out into space away from the earth and our existence becomes even a smaller percentage on the ruler of the universe. That’s time…

We fight to live a longer life, but in the grand scheme, does it even matter? To a butterfly, life consists of about one month. For us, 77 years. Yet to each species, it’s the same; a lifetime. That’s time…

It is thought that if we could speed up an object beyond some “point” that it could disappear from our eyes and now be in the future. Is time actually linear or does it exist in another way? Maybe time is just happening all at the same “time” but in parallel universes…

One could easily cramp their brain imagining the possibilities and at the end of the day, not even being close; who knows…

I guess its just a waste of time to wonder. For Time, like good Ol’ Uncle Bob, exists on a level far beyond what we are capable of grasping with our young human minds. So for now, since time isn’t of the essence, I think it’s time to visit a Pub and kill some time pondering the mysteries of life.

 

 

 

poetry, Writing

The Mountain is Not The Problem.

A River comes upon a Mountain. Either go over, through or around me; As a Mountain I do not care. The River cares not either, and continues on it way.

The Wind blows through a valley and comes upon a Mountain. Either go over, through or around me; As a Mountain I do not care. The Wind, like the River doesn’t care either, and continues on it’s way.

A Tiger comes upon a Mountain. Either go over, through or around me; As a Mountain I do not care. The Tiger then hurries up the Mountain, as great prey may be hidden there.

A Man comes upon a Mountain. Either go over, through or around me; As a Mountain I do not care. The Man, who sees the mountain as an obstacle, stops, and then ponders the unfairness of life, for the mountain has become a problem that is now blocking his path.

The Mountain watches with amusement, this man who curses the Mountain, complaining loudly, unwilling to yield his way.

While nearby, the Tiger watches patiently, for she knows she will eat quite well, later this very day.

Only Man sees the Mountain as an obstacle, a problem in his way. In Life, either go over, through or around; As the Mountain does not care.

 Man IS his very own obstacle, making excuses, while demanding that life must be fair. But the Brave embrace the Mountain, and are thankful it is there.

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Even The Soul Needs Sunshine 🌞

The soul of a man awoke in a rage, so angry at the clouds and the way they behaved.

They refused to yield warmth or share any light, and would steal slowly from this Muse, many joys of this life.

His human charge toiled, from morning to night, completely unaware of this internal fight. Born to this land, he knew of no other and held no grudges for the behavior of the weather.

The soul then prayed, to Zeus on high, for permission to leave and escape from this life, to again feel the sun and basque in its rays, to be free of this cold and earthly place.

Zeus pondered the query, quite sadly surprised. Your question unkind and I hope you’re not proud, for without you he’d perish and be buried deep in the ground; all this because you don’t like the way, that the clouds block the sun, many times each day.

Then leave him behind, with spite the soul cried out, as the man could care less if we ever see light.

I’m bored with this charge, please find a new muse, perhaps one who’s more patient in this cloud filled world. I could then be free of this earthly bond, and live here on Olympus of which I’m quite fond.

In fury Zeus rose, for he was not amused. You two are as one, so this man, you won’t lose! And to the awful question that you foolishly pose; Without hesitation, my answer is no!

A respite you want, maybe the sea you would choose, but life is not easy for a heavenly muse. He is your charge and that’s what’s to be, you will not come to Olympus and you will not live near me!

Zeus stormed away, his lightning in hand. Who is this soul who would make such a demand! He paused for a moment, as his anger abates and returns to the soul, who kneeling, still waits. He whispers the following and then walks away, for his patience is waning and he has many to see, later today.

The soul, now ashamed, repeats what he’s heard, “Do council him wisely and teach him what’s right, for only together will you find the true path to light.” The soul then returns to suffer his fate, finding his charge, fast asleep on a cold cloudy night.

 

Writing

Democrat or Republican; We Should “Listen” to the Writings of Aaron Sorkin

Aaron Sorkin, a great American writer, producer and actor, offers a few provoking thoughts that we should all reflect upon. I feel that we have lost our way with regard to politics, and are desperately in need of a compass. Here are two “clips” from his writings.

“America isn’t easy. America is advanced citizenship. You gotta want it bad, ’cause it’s gonna put up a fight. It’s gonna say “You want free speech? Let’s see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who’s standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours”.

I read this as having simple respect for those whose opinion is different than our own. Politics brings out great passion in us and alternatively, bitter frustration when our opinions are dismissed. The ability to compromise seems all but lost, sadly.

And lastly,
“I’m the President of the United States, not the President of the people who agree with me”.

Bill Clinton was my President as was Bush, Obama and today, Donald Trump. I lean towards Republican regarding fiscal issues and towards Democrat on social issues. I may not like the one who holds the office, but I do respect the Office. Would you want to be President? Could you please everybody? Being President of the United States used to be considered one of the highest achievements that we could ever aspire to reach. Today, not so much. Simple respect, if not for the person, then do it for what the position was intended to be: the Protector of all that we Americans hold dear; Human Dignity, Personal Liberty and the Freedom of Choice, especially every two and four years.

 

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Men are Idiots and I’ve Got the Pictures to Prove It

There is a reason that insurance companies cringe when males apply. Don’t get me wrong, I love creative thinkers. But it’s an absolute miracle, that we’re allowed to wander around unsupervised. I assembled these off the internet. God help us…