Optimist Prime

Ecclesiates 1:9-10 "The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us."
I have grown weary of pessimism. I do not speak simply of our country, but of my own will.
It is an age of technological warfare, and unsophisticated jargonistas who vie for our attention and hardearned wages, and our freedoms. An age where there is neither time nor talents to be wasted on the minutia of trinketries and compulsive speculation, brought on by overeducated - underwitted legalists, wishing to steal a few more precious moments with conjecture and assurances. The charlatans!
But it has been going on forever.
We yell at each other. We hurl insults about uncertainties - about things that we do not understand. We learn to hate. We refuse to remember history, and compassion, and adventure, and laughter. We rely upon our kneejerk reactions that have been injected into us by those overeducated - underwitted legalists, as some sort of fix-all elixir. It pains the veins, but its a vaccination and they tell us we need it to get along with them and others. And for lenghty moments, we forget our people - our families.
My solution: simplify! We have to get back to work. I am not talking wages in financial gain, but in life sustaining love for what some call the Unknown, and for our families and beyond.
Ecclesiastes 5:18-19 "Behold that which I have seen: it is good and comely for one to eat and to drink, and to enjoy the good of all his labour that he taketh under the sun all the days of his life, which God giveth him: for it is his portion. Every man also to whom God hath given riches and wealth, and hath given him power to eat thereof, and to take his portion, and to rejoice in his labour; this is the gift of God."
So, I will smile, eat and drink. I will love my Lord, my wife and my daughter. And I will think most fondly of and pray for each of you.

I'll Take a Manhattan - Hold the Cherry Juice #3 (redux)

Hic est nonnullus magis feces ex preteritus

When you're above the reality and the clouds, the very existence of the sky takes on a different meaning. You tread lightly over a snowy field of cauliflower. Underneath lie the ants busily prepping themselves for a chance in the clearing to display their work.
And then you notice the blue. So subtle; from newborn baby blue over which a light mist is blanketed, and you raise your eyes to a surprisingly ominous darkness.
Fly!
Fly very high and far, and through the atmosphere - so empty!
So empty.
Unleashing your Soul Burning brightly - as a sun's.

I'll Take a Manhattan - Hold the Cherry Juice #2 (redux)

More debauchery from meus rabidus preteritus. Commodo utor.

And a strange lonely woman with greasy hair and a filthy knee length knaki winter coat followed my brother and I onto the train.
Her clueless eyes stared blankly into our nonsensical conversation.
I laughed inside and made unnecessary facial gestures to make her change her look - to no avail, and Danny thinks "She's kind of sexy."