A Blast From the Past More Lasting than Brass in the Grass!
Sometimes I just give myself some time off, just out of mind, to allow me to drift into my past and rescue some memories, and from there I start a new book to anchor all my stories. This is not nostalgia, but memoirs presented more like a movie screen called the conscious mind. For I am conscious that this past still plays on my mind but, detached from that uttered reality, I cross that bridge to reach into the present moment. I then hook up into something bigger than the stream of consciousness that rolls on and on throughout the screen of my mind and there I dare call forth the overused term of "collective unconscious". For from IT I may become One with the whole history of human kind, with all the stereotypes and all the "miti-getting" myths. And sometimes risking to slip into explicit and too obvious statements and sliding in many clichés, I write a story or two using my presented participating words dili-gently, from present participle of the Latin word diligere, to esteem, love. The truth of our lives lies in oblivious conclusions, which in the end lead us to contrasting many beliefs that originate from the same point. I keep envisioning ourselves as if glimpsing into a yelowish chill of glassy glimmer gloaming, insistently failing to find a substantial sustainable common sense and constantly falling into a tangent of thoughts with often elliptical orbits. I therefore try to find that even ground where all is found(ed) that conflates and not conflicts, and that will eventually take us back to each other into an ever-lasting, aere perennius, a perpetual serendipitous interlacement.
Ah, memories...Some sweet, some bitter, but they all make part of becoming wittier, making some whacked-out and wackier(:twisted:), and others, wicker... and if not practising the DOW, they might become weaker each year!
So...R U 3?
You "Air" Free!
So let's practice some play-on-words on Phun-ethics with an In-V-T-Action:
"U R L free?
CA(l)m T& T
Whiz' Me,
Bay the C...
"Bayer aux Corneiles"
Gape at the crows,
To day-dream, to yawn.
Willy-nilly.
"Bon gré, mal gré",
T(w)o U o' gree,
Mr. Green?
Cruise I-swear's with a 'k(R)üstion : MI 3?"
Have you noticed lately that everybody seems to be so busy that some people are even afraid, and sometimes ashamed, of saying that they are actually free, or taking some time off, doing nothing? We are not human beings anymore, but human doings.
What happened to just contemplate the templates, and meditate as a state, and not as a status? That was our "status quo ante bellum", which in Latin means not the state before the beauty, but before the war. Before the towers fell down, we could stop to talking and to listening even in the New York minute, and after they did break down people remained silent but they were amazingly sol(i)diery to one another. But now we don't listen for our ears are getting hardened of hearing so many bad news, and our eyes are getting tired of seeing so many atrocities. There will be a time "wa-i-r" our eyes will be able to contemplate the beauty, and listen to the whispering plans of a better today. And the time is here and NOW! For we are all free as human beings, and we were all born like the birds, with wings to fly as our primordial and innate state and unshakable right.
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