I know the way out This guy is walking down the street; falls into a hole. The walls are so deep and the hole is so steep he can't claw his way out. He begins shouting, "hey is there anybody there, I need help!"
About then a priest happens by, peers into the hole, " My son" he says "what has happened?" You see father I was minding my own business and before I knew it I fell into this hole...
no matter how hard I scratch and claw it only makes things worse. The cleryman pauses, writes out a prayer, drops in the hole and says" God bless you my son" then goes on his way.
After a short while our guy begins shouting for help once more when a doctor happens by.
" Hey Doc, I seem to have fallen and can't get up"! Without hesitation he whips out his P-pad, writes out a script and drops it in the hole.
" This should help, call my office for a follow up as he hurries on his way.
Finally a friend stops, looks down and says " Hey man; you okay? Our guy replies: I just can't seem to get out of this hole I'm in.
The friend tells him to step back and proceeds to jump into the hole.
Our guy: stunned and dismayed looks at him and says "Okay; whadda ya stupid, now where both stuck down here.
The friend turns, softly grins, then calmly brushes himself off & says " yeah, ya see, I've been down here before I know the way out.
When your in the hole alone you find the truth in friendship... gjf _uacct = "UA-5717280-1";urchinTracker();
William Shakespeare - To be, or not to be (from Hamlet 3/1)
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. - Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
Figure Inspired by the Adam of the Ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, 1982
Landscape Near Figueras, 1910
Salvador Dali
May 11, 1904 – January 23, 1989
geo-philosophical Logic and Tavern Reason
You know your an over achiever if you put yourself out of work.
A failure to plan is a plan for failure.
After a tough day I'll sit at the bar, have a beer, and re-evaluate my upcoming strategy... After a good day I'll have two beers; One to enjoy success, the next to re-evaluate my upcoming strategy.
For those who choose the balcony to judge what they think they see shall never know the glory of the main stage quite like me.
I n a time when Americans are looking for change; will they get 3 Quarters, 2 dimes and a nickel?
The fruits of a suspicious mind are rooted in a guilty conscience.
Sound investment Principles - Acceptable risk/reward ratio with capital appreciation and interest.
The Principles of a sound investment.. .KNOWLEDGE
College is preferable provided it does not impede your education.
The thing about Lost Causes... There the only ones worth fighting for!
The pessimist: Things are so bad, I'm sure they can"t get any worse.
The optimist: Don't be ridiculous, of course they can...
definition: Simple Truth spending time shoving truth down simple's thoat
O Captain! My Captain!
Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
The Three Mouse O' Tears
This is a modification of the story from "Catch Me if You Can"...
There were these three farm mice living well for many years. Then times got tough on the farm.
As the story goes, while they were searching for food they happened upon an urn half full of cream.
Being as hungry as they were, and try as they may they just couldn't reach the cream.
The pessimist mouse, being lactose intolerant, decided it wasn't worth the effort and suggested they continue searching.
The optimist mouse, having a dairy fetish, wasn't quite so willing and suggested the other mice hang on a moment while leaned in to wet his whistle on the prize.
The pragmatist mouse pondered, concluded it was too risky but only warned of the danger.
Being the optimist mouse a excellent swimmer the pragmatist mouse acquiesced, none the less going on the record by shaking his head in disapproval.
As it goes the mouse fell into the cream and could only stay afloat for so long.
As the optimist was going down for the third time the pragmatic mouse suddenly jumped into the urn of cream.
He shouted to the exhausted optimist Run...Run...Run.
Before long the cream in the urn was churned to butter and they simply stepped out.
The Road Not Taken .
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
As I watch this video, I cannot help but think how many Americans share the same sense of helplessness, vulnerability, and exposure as Amy Lee portrays.
The Video “My Immortal " delves into the grieving process. The loss of being with one through life, the loss of feeling secure, and the loss of feeling fulfillment ultimately leave us naked up a tree.
So goes the nation and its relationship with Americans. Sunday has become the day when the Treasury Department has chose to hold mass in its latest attempt to appease the masses.
Although the tactic of giving the markets a day to absorb the news prior to the workweek eliminates initial reaction and volatility, the message resounds as if in the hallow grounds of a church.
I believe Albert Pine summed it up best when he said,“ What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
”I‘d like to acknowledge the present administration for allowing me to see the downside of the gravity of this quote.
The damage this administration has created indeed appears to be immortal.
To paraphrase the message of the band Evanescence,“ your presence still lingers here and it won’t leave me alone, these wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there’s just too much that time cannot erase
…and though you’re still with me I’ve been alone all along.
”As I watch my favorite video, I cannot help but think how many Americans share the same sense of helplessness, vulnerability, and exposure. The feeling of being alone, insecure and unfulfilled should not be what dies with us.
Take a page from our leaders in D.C. to lift our nation from the throws of being “suppressed by all our childish fears, so if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave.” gjf
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