This is off track, off topic, but somewhat au courant.
Merry Christmas everyone (especially to all those who love their stuff).
It is a time for love and joy; a time for togetherness. Better to give than receive, and all that.
It is a time to re-connect with our family and other loved ones.
And don't forget motherfuckers....
We are a Christian nation and we must remember that Jesus is the reason for the season.
and if this isn't enough...
...at least I tried.
A short while back one of America's Great, Rich, Old, White Men said this -
"You got the first mainstream African American, who is 
and a nice-looking guy."
What he really meant was:
Thank God that we have those Rich, Old, White Men to run this country for us.
Who knows what would happen to us if they weren't there to keep us from destroying us-selves.
"I'd discovered, without knowing it, the difference between speaking and being. This is what listening is, true listening, the lonely but open mind...The soul's path is in the ear -- not in the mirror."
"For the thing I greatly feared has come upon me. And what I dreaded has happened to me."
- Job 3:25
"I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, for trouble comes."
- Job 3:26
Words stand between silence and silence: between the silence of things and the silence of our own being. Between the silence of the world and the silence of God.
When we have really met and known the world in silence, words do not separate us from the world nor form other men, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we no longer trust entirely in language to contain reality.
You are made in the image of what you desire.
The only thing I will ever miss, is the goldfish that I never got to meet.
"But the blind are merely casual observers of life. Lack of being, but recorders of being." stated the ambivalent (target demographic).
"No. We have method...Even when listening to traffic the mind draws its own pictures of the streets crowded with Russian ghosts and wheels that have broken loose from their carriages." replied the blind anterior (niche market).
After crossing the bridge of sighs and standing firmly in a truncated eternity; he turned and admitted the failure of his thought.
There is more than the two lives he distinguished: the life of the one how suffers,
and the life of the one who records the suffering of others.
The third is the one oblivious to life beyond the conventions that they are hurled into.
The third is the living dead. The good old salt of the Earth who delivers hemlock.
Salt of the Earth makes the land barren.
I have nothing left to translate
Into the figures of night
Or the pale geometry
Of the fire-birds.
If I once had a wagon of lights to ride in
The axle is broken
The horses are shot.
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