Terry Pratchett's argument
cacophone
Compassion reifies our universe:
http://www.lspace.org/books/dawcn/dawcn-english.html
(Death, as in the dude in the cape with the scythe, speaks IN ALL
CAPITAL LETTERS)
Kitty P
"cacophone" <leeber...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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I rather enjoyed that. Thanks.
luchayana superfly del pseudomodo
> "cacophone" <leebertar...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
If you haven't read Pratchett's books, the first two discworld books
I'd recommend would be Thief of Time & Hogfather ... Going Postal &
Monstrous Regiment are also fun reads.
FWIW Pratchett stands accused of committing ... LITERATURE !
/leebert
Lee Rudolph
But that was in another world; and, besides, the Death ain't dead.
Lee Rudolph
zenworm
witlessly flogging that cat will never be the same
relaxing and being present
ZN :D
boy
frodo is no joke.
boy
JUST DIE!!!
zenworm
belief in death is optional
Charles E Hardwidge
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> JUST DIE!!!
He is already dead to me.
People don't listen and can be unkind when it suits them. I cannot comment
for other places but, certainly, there are plenty in Britain who abuse the
modest power they have.
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
Catchy, eh?
--
Charles E Hardwidge
boy
wrote:
> "boy" <kosmicg...@gmail.com> wrote in message
>
> news:4c349a08-5a04-4472...@i4g2000prm.googlegroups.com...
>
> > JUST DIE!!!
>
> He is already dead to me.
>
> People don't listen and can be unkind when it suits them. I cannot comment
> for other places but, certainly, there are plenty in Britain who abuse the
> modest power they have.
someone stole my ashtray which was a gift from a close friend here,
from outside my room. i would like to be able to be carefree but
everybody is a suspect now. three days ago another close friend
dropped her mobile within a small space, but within minutes somebody
had taken it and removed the sim card. i promise to buy her a new one
in australia, i bought a new one for myself after i ruined mine
kiaking, coloured red because that is her colour, and i will return
one like this back to her when i am home.... she is young, so a mobile
was very important, besides it was a present to her from her sister.
i have never seen somebody cry so much. i had to console her for 7
hours to make sure she did not do anything really stupid in the
moment, she is small and sat in the water as the tide rose and she can
not swim. i tried to teach her to swim. maybe we think differently
but i find my self in no situation where i will abuse another person
who i do not know, even if it is online. i may make harsh
generalizations but only to the mass or to the nearest enemy in sight,
and to my mother and to my father. my mother sympathizes and my
father agrees. people = shit.
>
> I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
>
> Catchy, eh?
>
> --
> Charles E Hardwidge
someone stole my ashtray
boy
and i have been shit. i am not guiltless, but i generalize. i have
done or thought and seen the will in myself that blows not only my
system apart but suffocates my deepest heart... when i'm bad i've
been really bad and that does shake up my moral orientation toward
other people. how do i get out of that one. i try to see my fault
and i let myself have time to change, knowing one thing does not puff
into another as easily as in a fairy tale.
>
> > Catchy, eh?
>
> > --
> > Charles E Hardwidge
>
> someone stole my ashtray
:(
lol... mm,, maybe they are checking it for drugs.
Lee Rudolph
>someone stole my ashtray
Did they take your ancestors' ashes along with it, or dump them?
Lee Rudolph
^@%>---*=#**
>someone stole my ashtray
look in the quantum hologram
boy
i am not a taoist but i always console people like a taoist or a
buddhist with the concept of impermanence. that is why what i say
stays true longer than what somebody who speaks from their emotional
"truth". it is not always what is required in the moment, and it can
not always be heard. try to tell them how they may feel about things
when they have exhausted their capacity for extremity and it will only
strengthen their fixation sometimes...
boy
witchcraft is for ugly girls.
^@%>---*=#**
````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
this too shall pass....like gas
boy
> "boy" <kosmicg...@gmail.com> wrote in message
it doesn't end until the fat lady is in flames.
^@%>---*=#**
no smoking please, my maze
echo pathways substraite is
in a recontextualization phase
right now.
^@%>---*=#**
my ex does wiccan and she's in bad
health, has a low paying job and is
forever behind on her bills. so much
for spell casting.
Tang Huyen
Lee Rudolph wrote:
> boy:
>
> >someone stole my ashtray
>
> Did they take your ancestors' ashes along
> with it, or dump them?
First, let me get one linguistic distinction out
of the way: an ashtray is a container for ash
that is produced from smoking, say, by
cigarettes, and an urn is a container for ash
that remains after a cadaver is cremated.
(It is said that if you kiss a smoker, it is like
licking an ashtray).
In Boston Chinatown, there is a shop in an
alley, and it has a traditional red Chinese
altar with a Chinese god of fortune in it
(which instantly means that the owner is not
a Christian), but the funny thing is that there
is a pile of cigarette ash and of cigarette butts
in front of him. I first thought that the owner
was disrespectful or at least negligent to him,
but the same spectacle is kept year after year,
sometimes with a cup of coffee also offered
to him, and the pile of cigarette ash and of
cigarette butts is *refreshed* once in a while,
which clearly indicated that the show is
intentional. In addition a cigarette butt is
(intentionally, it seems) inserted into the god's
palm, and also changed once in a while, as if
to serve as his sceptre. It seems that the owner
likes to smoke and considers the pile of
smoke-related detritus to be worthy of offering
to the god of fortune, and lovingly refreshes it
once in a while. You never know, eh?
Tang Huyen
Charles E Hardwidge
> On Sep 13, 3:38 am, "Charles E Hardwidge" <bo...@invalid.invalid>
> wrote:
>> People don't listen and can be unkind when it suits them. I cannot
>> comment for other places but, certainly, there are plenty in Britain who
>> abuse the modest power they have.
>
> maybe we think differently but i find my self in no situation where i will
> abuse another person who i do not know, even if it is online. i may make
> harsh generalizations but only to the mass or to the nearest enemy in
> sight, and to my mother and to my father. my mother sympathizes and my
> father agrees. people = shit.
This is a familiar picture.
Over-analysing and over-indulging is a mistake.
Action and persuasion are useful.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
Charles E Hardwidge
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>
> In Boston Chinatown, there is a shop in an
> alley, and it has a traditional red Chinese
> altar with a Chinese god of fortune in it
> (which instantly means that the owner is not
> a Christian), but the funny thing is that there
> is a pile of cigarette ash and of cigarette butts
> in front of him. I first thought that the owner
> was disrespectful or at least negligent to him,
> but the same spectacle is kept year after year,
> sometimes with a cup of coffee also offered
> to him, and the pile of cigarette ash and of
> cigarette butts is *refreshed* once in a while,
> which clearly indicated that the show is
> intentional. In addition a cigarette butt is
> (intentionally, it seems) inserted into the god's
> palm, and also changed once in a while, as if
> to serve as his sceptre. It seems that the owner
> likes to smoke and considers the pile of
> smoke-related detritus to be worthy of offering
> to the god of fortune, and lovingly refreshes it
> once in a while. You never know, eh?
Another one of your almost funny jokes, Tang.
God knows what he told his friends about you.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
Tang Huyen
Charles E Hardwidge wrote:
> Another one of your almost funny jokes, Tang.
>
> God knows what he told his friends about you.
Westerners tend to look askance at easterners
who offer food to their dead ancestors. The
easterners then reply: "But you offer flowers
to your dead, can they smell them?"
Tang Huyen
boy
wrote:
> "boy" <kosmicg...@gmail.com> wrote in message
it's ok if you like to swing a little.
>
> Action and persuasion are useful.
and when you get tired of that?
>
> --
> Charles E Hardwidge
boy
but, she got (life)style!
boy
it always does that. :P
Charles E Hardwidge
I'm ahead of the curve so your positioning has just fallen flat on its own
face. Your mistake is assuming someone is ill-informed and easily
manipulated.
There is some merit in being a brutal sociopath. The political 'left' don't
get this which is why they're floundering. "boy" doesn't get this which is
why he's choked on analysis and easily exploited.
Intellectualism and fairness can only take you so far. Impact and social
grease is another part of the toolbox. The 'right' get this but go too far
themselves.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
boy
wrote:
we don't know. it is subtler than eating, and we can see the food
doesn't get eaten while we can not see the scent being smelt or not
smelt. then again, the food may have been eaten on a spiritual level
of existence, or even the concept of the food as a gift itself causes
it's own kind of "magick" with or without substance being eaten.
Tang Huyen
boy wrote:
> Tang Huyen:
>
> > Westerners tend to look askance at easterners
> > who offer food to their dead ancestors. The
> > easterners then reply: "But you offer flowers
> > to your dead, can they smell them?"
>
> we don't know. it is subtler than eating, and we can see the food
> doesn't get eaten while we can not see the scent being smelt or not
> smelt. then again, the food may have been eaten on a spiritual level
> of existence, or even the concept of the food as a gift itself causes
> it's own kind of "magick" with or without substance being eaten.
It may well be that the benefit of worship
accrues only to the worshipper.
Tang Huyen
Charles E Hardwidge
Now you're just being an argumentative twat. The misunderstanding and
squeaking as you've pushed yourself into a corner is as mistaken as Tang's
giving in to elitism and vanity.
I am surrounded by idiots.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
boy
wrote:
> "Tang Huyen" <tanghuyen{dele...@gmail.com[remove]> wrote in message
>
> news:TtSdnfZnqP_QljDX...@supernews.com...
>
>
>
> > Charles E Hardwidge wrote:
>
> >> Another one of your almost funny jokes, Tang.
>
> >> God knows what he told his friends about you.
>
> > Westerners tend to look askance at easterners
> > who offer food to their dead ancestors. The
> > easterners then reply: "But you offer flowers
> > to your dead, can they smell them?"
>
> I'm ahead of the curve so your positioning has just fallen flat on its own
> face. Your mistake is assuming someone is ill-informed and easily
> manipulated.
>
> There is some merit in being a brutal sociopath. The political 'left' don't
> get this which is why they're floundering. "boy" doesn't get this which is
> why he's choked on analysis and easily exploited.
i can be a brutal sociopath if the scene gets me going. careful of
being too quick to "understand" me. overanalyze or wait a little
longer and you may or may not change your mind, but you may be trying
to example the thoughtless way of relating to "boy".
boy
wrote:
> "boy" <kosmicg...@gmail.com> wrote in message
it is difficult for a monkey to find a genius.
>
> --
> Charles E Hardwidge
boy
wrote:
there we go, have we finished yet?
Charles E Hardwidge
> i can be a brutal sociopath if the scene gets me going. careful of
> being too quick to "understand" me. overanalyze or wait a little
> longer and you may or may not change your mind, but you may be trying
> to example the thoughtless way of relating to "boy".
People have made claims before. You've already given away the ranch.
Throwing your hat and boots at me isn't going to get it back.
Oh, and thanks for the horse.
*clippity* *clop* *clippity* *clop* *clippity* *clop*
--
Charles E Hardwidge
Lee Rudolph
>In Boston Chinatown, there is a shop in an
>alley, and it has a traditional red Chinese
>altar with a Chinese god of fortune in it
>(which instantly means that the owner is not
>a Christian), but the funny thing is that there
>is a pile of cigarette ash and of cigarette butts
>in front of him. I first thought that the owner
>was disrespectful or at least negligent to him,
>but the same spectacle is kept year after year,
>sometimes with a cup of coffee also offered
>to him, and the pile of cigarette ash and of
>cigarette butts is *refreshed* once in a while,
>which clearly indicated that the show is
>intentional. In addition a cigarette butt is
>(intentionally, it seems) inserted into the god's
>palm, and also changed once in a while, as if
>to serve as his sceptre. It seems that the owner
>likes to smoke and considers the pile of
>smoke-related detritus to be worthy of offering
>to the god of fortune, and lovingly refreshes it
>once in a while. You never know, eh?
Perhaps--but only perhaps, and only because this scene is in
Massachusetts--the owner is (consciously or unconsciously)
making an _hommage_ to the old and honorable tradition (which
I saw everywhere that Howard Johnson's reach extended, but
most reliably in Massachusetts, where HoJo got its start
and held out in its original form longer than anywhere else)
of sticking cigarette butts into the lips and between the
fingers of the pasty-white bas-reliefs of Simple Simon and
the Pieman that used to adorn the facades of Howard Johnson
Restaurants, and were as distinctive (though not visible from
as far away) as their orange-and-pastel-blue roofs.
Fortune comes in odd containers, sometimes packed with fried
clams. You never know.
Lee Rudolph
boy
wrote:
> "boy" <kosmicg...@gmail.com> wrote in message
>
> news:bac36e43-aebf-4b2c...@u16g2000pru.googlegroups.com...
>
> > i can be a brutal sociopath if the scene gets me going. careful of
> > being too quick to "understand" me. overanalyze or wait a little
> > longer and you may or may not change your mind, but you may be trying
> > to example the thoughtless way of relating to "boy".
>
> People have made claims before. You've already given away the ranch.
> Throwing your hat and boots at me isn't going to get it back.
i am just giving you an opportunity to "Think Carefully". i didn't
even go so far as to brute force you into seeing my point of view (and
possibly my psychologists point of view). you're repeating example of
the kind of thinking you promote at this moment continues to "fall
flat".
Lee Rudolph
Surely no one else could have placed you there. Did you push yourself
into that corner, having mistaken it for a twat?
Lee Rudolph
Charles E Hardwidge
> i am just giving you an opportunity to "Think Carefully". i didn't
> even go so far as to brute force you into seeing my point of view (and
> possibly my psychologists point of view). you're repeating example of
> the kind of thinking you promote at this moment continues to "fall
> flat".
I swear that dot on the rear horizon is leaping up and down.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
boy
wrote:
> "boy" <kosmicg...@gmail.com> wrote in message
do you know what that dot is? it doesn't matter anyway. you're
stupidity is mobile.
>
> --
> Charles E Hardwidge
Hollywood Lee
Forget who first told the story here on B usenet, but always found it
kinda funny, about the monk who thought everywhere he went, and everyone
he met, smelled like shit. Long story short, it was his own bag that he
had set down in dog crap.
boy
> On 9/13/2009 9:53 AM, Charles E Hardwidge wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
we knew a smelly man who hated most of the people in the world, it was
like his thing, and when we asked him to have a shower he replied that
only dirty people have them.
Charles E Hardwidge
news:h8j7k2$89l$1...@news.eternal-september.org...
> Forget who first told the story here on B usenet, but always found it
> kinda funny, about the monk who thought everywhere he went, and everyone
> he met, smelled like shit. Long story short, it was his own bag that he
> had set down in dog crap.
I've head that before. It's another borrowed wisdom that impresses fools and
manipulates the weak. Put the pin back in before you hurt yourself.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
Mort
wrote:
> "Hollywood Lee" <hollywood...@gmail.com> wrote in message
when your emotions are out of your usual levels of control make the
cause appear to be impotent and don't focus on your true condition.
one method is by lying to yourself about the effect it is having. and
like magic, your condition will stablize and your stupidity will
return to it's usual patterns... a dream come true. well done.
Tang Huyen
Lee Rudolph wrote:
> Tang Huyen:
I doubt that the Chinese owner of that store
ever knew anything about HoJo. That said,
all these years I wondered why he did not
follow the tradition of offering *fresh* goods,
and consuming them only afterward. All I
ever saw was a pile of cigarette ash and of
cigarette butts in front of the god of fortune,
plus a cigarette butt (in the vertical position)
inserted into his hand, all of which getting
refreshed once in a while. I never saw any
new cigarette. Today, for the first time, I saw
the cigarette in his hand *still* burning,
having not quite reached the half-way mark,
with the burning part pointing upward. So the
owner inserted a *new* cigarette and lit it,
and it burnt to the filter, though prior to today
all I had seen was the butt. It may still be true
that he merely dumped the content of an
ashtray in front of the god, and only offered
one new cigarette into his hand. Even then,
he did pay hommage to the god by inserting
a new cigarette into his hand and lighting it
for him. You never know, eh?
Tang Huyen
Lee Rudolph
>I doubt that the Chinese owner of that store
>ever knew anything about HoJo. That said,
>all these years I wondered why he did not
>follow the tradition of offering *fresh* goods,
>and consuming them only afterward. All I
>ever saw was a pile of cigarette ash and of
>cigarette butts in front of the god of fortune,
>plus a cigarette butt (in the vertical position)
>inserted into his hand, all of which getting
>refreshed once in a while. I never saw any
>new cigarette. Today, for the first time, I saw
>the cigarette in his hand *still* burning,
>having not quite reached the half-way mark,
>with the burning part pointing upward. So the
>owner inserted a *new* cigarette and lit it,
>and it burnt to the filter, though prior to today
>all I had seen was the butt. It may still be true
>that he merely dumped the content of an
>ashtray in front of the god, and only offered
>one new cigarette into his hand. Even then,
>he did pay hommage to the god by inserting
>a new cigarette into his hand and lighting it
>for him. You never know, eh?
It appears to me that he has found a way to unite,
in one offering, whatever it is that is felt to be
especially suitable about burning incense (which is
what I have chiefly seen in similar contexts; but my
experience is quite limited) with the orthogonally
suitable offering of some of his own favorite
consumable (assuming he is a smoker, himself).
Lee Rudolph
Déjà Flu
The word "chiefly" always makes me think of one of those
eagle-feather headdresses suddenly (mind of their own, etc)
requesting permission for takeoff from LaGuardia Tower.
"Tower to Chief One, What's your FOB weight?"
"Chief One to tower, One Injun."
"Tower to Chief One: You're gonna take off with one engine?"
"Chief One to tower: Don't worry - we're on reserve."
Kitty P
"Charles E Hardwidge" <bo...@invalid.invalid> wrote in message
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I dunno Charlie. Maybe you should check your shoes first hon.
Kitty
Tang Huyen
Lee Rudolph wrote:
> It appears to me that he has found a way to unite,
> in one offering, whatever it is that is felt to be
> especially suitable about burning incense (which is
> what I have chiefly seen in similar contexts; but my
> experience is quite limited) with the orthogonally
> suitable offering of some of his own favorite
> consumable (assuming he is a smoker, himself).
Perhaps he likes to offer personal stuff,
and what can be more personal than
what he likes and *has consumed*, with
so to speak his signature on it? We
moderns think of DNA, which he may
or may not know about, but perhaps to
him to offer new, virgin stuff may be too
faceless and impersonal? One may add
attributes like sterile, antiseptic, etc. It is
said of musicians in an incandescent
performance that they put much of
themselves into it, so he puts much of
himself into his offering by consuming it
first, so that the recipient, here the god,
would get to know him, eh?
Tang Huyen
Charles E Hardwidge
news:b3uqa5to15064ksap...@4ax.com...
> Exchanging epithets with Chas is one of the bottomest futilities there
> is. Notice Tang quit after one.
I don't have much interest in Convoluted Bullshit Variation #357637535 or
seeing how high someone can pee. The rest of the follow-on comment is just
collateral.
In other news Wolfenstein sold 106K units across PC, PS3, 360.
Losers.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
zenworm
wrote:
> Lee Rudolph wrote:
> > boy:
>
> > >someone stole my ashtray
>
> > Did they take your ancestors' ashes along
> > with it, or dump them?
>
> of the way: an ashtray is a container for ash
> that is produced from smoking, say, by
> cigarettes, and an urn is a container for ash
> that remains after a cadaver is cremated.
> (It is said that if you kiss a smoker, it is like
> licking an ashtray).
>
> In Boston Chinatown, there is a shop in an
> alley, and it has a traditional red Chinese
> altar with a Chinese god of fortune in it
> (which instantly means that the owner is not
> a Christian), but the funny thing is that there
> is a pile of cigarette ash and of cigarette butts
> in front of him. I first thought that the owner
> was disrespectful or at least negligent to him,
> but the same spectacle is kept year after year,
> sometimes with a cup of coffee also offered
> to him, and the pile of cigarette ash and of
> cigarette butts is *refreshed* once in a while,
> which clearly indicated that the show is
> intentional. In addition a cigarette butt is
> (intentionally, it seems) inserted into the god's
> palm, and also changed once in a while, as if
> to serve as his sceptre. It seems that the owner
> likes to smoke and considers the pile of
> smoke-related detritus to be worthy of offering
> to the god of fortune, and lovingly refreshes it
> once in a while. You never know, eh?
>
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
Lee Rudolph
>ashes to ashes
>dust to dust
SONETO
Mientras por competir con tu cabello,
oro bru�ido al sol relumbra en vano;
mientras con menosprecio en medio el llano
mira tu blanca frente el lilio bello;
mientras a cada labio, por cogello,
siguen m�s ojos que al clavel temprano;
y mientras triunfa con desd�n lozano
del luciente cristal tu gentil cuello:
goza cuello, cabello, labio y frente,
antes que lo que fue en tu edad dorada
oro, lilio, clavel, cristal luciente,
no s�lo en plata o v�ola troncada
se vuelva, mas t� y ello juntamente
en tierra, en humo, en polvo, en sombra, en nada.
--Luis de G�ngora
Clunky prose translation:
While in competition with your hair burnished gold reflects the sun in vain;
while the whiteness of your forehead puts the beautiful lily, in the midst
of the plain, to scorn; while more eyes follow your lips, to catch them,
than turn to the seasonable carnation; and while your noble throat triumphs
with abundant disdain over gleaming crystal: enjoy throat, hair, lips and
forehead, before that which was--in your golden age--gold, lily, carnation,
gleaming crystal, turns not just to silver or cut violets, but, you and it
together, to earth, to smoke, to dust, to shadow, to nothing.
===
I am convinced that G�ngora meant to put things in the order
"tierra, polvo, humo, sombra, nada" and has been betrayed by
generations of editors. \/\/hatever.
This is the "vanity of vanities" of what Br'er Tang has identified
as the Ecclesiastic thread of Jewish mythology. To me, it sits
uncomfortably with that other thread instanced in the Order for
the Burial of the Dead as given in the Book of Common Prayer of
the Church of England:
Then, while the earth shall be cast upon the Body by some standing
by, the Priest shall say,
FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take
unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore
commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to
dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life,
through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that
it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working,
whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself.
So, Mr. Interlocutor, how much Jewish Mythology can you fit in a
Volkswagen Beetle?
Lee Rudolph
Tang Huyen
Lee Rudolph wrote:
> So, Mr. Interlocutor, how much Jewish Mythology
> can you fit in a Volkswagen Beetle?
A Daoist master (probably the second one, ZZ)
was about to die, and his disciples wanted to bury
him to protect him from vultures, so he said: if
you bury me, the worms are going to eat me
anyway. Vanity of vanities ...
Tang Huyen
Charles E Hardwidge
news:74ydnfrjIJTiDTDX...@supernews.com...
>
> A Daoist master (probably the second one, ZZ)
> was about to die, and his disciples wanted to bury
> him to protect him from vultures, so he said: if
> you bury me, the worms are going to eat me
> anyway. Vanity of vanities ...
That was a Daoist master? Puh-leeeze.
Did he
[dramatic whirl and skewer with quizzical intense stare]
kick ass and chew bubblegum?
Aaaaaah, nope.
You really should read Tai-Pan.
--
Charles E Hardwidge
zenworm
wrote:
vanity feeds the worms of mind
zenworm
> zenworm <zensp...@gmail.com> writes:
> >ashes to ashes
> >dust to dust
>
> SONETO
>
> Mientras por competir con tu cabello,
> mientras con menosprecio en medio el llano
> mira tu blanca frente el lilio bello;
>
> mientras a cada labio, por cogello,
> y mientras triunfa con desdén lozano
> del luciente cristal tu gentil cuello:
>
> goza cuello, cabello, labio y frente,
> antes que lo que fue en tu edad dorada
> oro, lilio, clavel, cristal luciente,
>
> se vuelva, mas tú y ello juntamente
> en tierra, en humo, en polvo, en sombra, en nada.
>
>
> Clunky prose translation:
>
> While in competition with your hair burnished gold reflects the sun in vain;
> while the whiteness of your forehead puts the beautiful lily, in the midst
> of the plain, to scorn; while more eyes follow your lips, to catch them,
> than turn to the seasonable carnation; and while your noble throat triumphs
> with abundant disdain over gleaming crystal: enjoy throat, hair, lips and
> forehead, before that which was--in your golden age--gold, lily, carnation,
> gleaming crystal, turns not just to silver or cut violets, but, you and it
> together, to earth, to smoke, to dust, to shadow, to nothing.
>
> ===
>
> "tierra, polvo, humo, sombra, nada" and has been betrayed by
> generations of editors. \/\/hatever.
>
> This is the "vanity of vanities" of what Br'er Tang has identified
> as the Ecclesiastic thread of Jewish mythology. To me, it sits
> uncomfortably with that other thread instanced in the Order for
> the Burial of the Dead as given in the Book of Common Prayer of
> the Church of England:
>
> Then, while the earth shall be cast upon the Body by some standing
> by, the Priest shall say,
>
> FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take
> unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore
> commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to
> dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life,
> through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that
> it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working,
> whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself.
>
> So, Mr. Interlocutor, how much Jewish Mythology can you fit in a
> Volkswagen Beetle?
>
> Lee Rudolph
Without formality…
Ashes
the burnt remnants of belief now gone
(the piety upon the altar)
To ashes
the burnt up self now gone
(the sacrifice of resources things as favoured
now forgotten)
Dust
the blown fragments of the remnants
and all the ideas
that heretofore were embodied
(all forgotten now the fire has gone out:
the piety, the sacrifice,
the resources given, vanities favoured gift)
To dust
the illusionary appearance of particles
as if there ever was ‘separateness’
now intermingled
now gone
blown away forgotten…
ritually refreshed
relaxing and being present
ZN :D
Allen Barker
Go get yourself some cheap sunglasses.
zenworm
wrote:
the eye can't see itself
yet somehow...
'it' knows?
relaxing and being present
ZN BD
boy
wrote:
i lost mine teaching somebody how to float when a wave crashed over
me. they cost me a bit in australia, but i got a cheap pair here for
less than 5 dollars.
boy
they are pure vanity glasses with no UV protection, however. i just
wanted to buy a pair that would shade my eyes, and the ones i was
choosing made me look like an old man according to a younger girl so i
let her choose something. she is tossing up whether to be a lawyer or
a fashion designer, so i suspect the pair i've bought will be out of
fashion before i lose them. i don't care anymore!
Lee Rudolph
With lenses mirrored on the inwards surface?
Lee Rudolph
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"Allen Barker" <allendotel...@gmail.com> wrote in message
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my future's so bright
i gotta wear shades
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"Charles E Hardwidge" <bo...@invalid.invalid> wrote in message
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your fortune cookie writing
skills may need a little tweaking.
halfawake
> "boy" <kosmi...@gmail.com> wrote in message
> news:4c349a08-5a04-4472...@i4g2000prm.googlegroups.com...
>
>> JUST DIE!!!
>
>
> He is already dead to me.
>
> People don't listen and can be unkind when it suits them. I cannot
> comment for other places but, certainly, there are plenty in Britain who
> abuse the modest power they have.
>
> I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
>
> Catchy, eh?
>
fuckhead.
robert
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