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Tuesday, April 21. 2009
There are things we can touch and perceive, or perceive with technology. Some things cannot be touched but can be easily perceived, such as the charming young lassies above. Or mental life: ideas, emotions, etc. And spiritual life.
For some reason, it's Greek Week at Maggie's and, while looking for something else, I found this bit somewhere at Wiki:
It is certain that many are indifferent to the invisible world - practical, earth-bound types who are happily without the muses' gift - or burden - of reflecting on the "higher realities" and the hidden realities which seem to try to connect the human heart with the cosmic. The meta-physical or trancendent realm of thought and experience which many of us seek to grasp and hold. More:
Indeed we are all Greeks - especially those of us who are Christians (the Greek Paul thoroughly Greekified the Christ Cult, thus translating it into a world religion). "Psyche," the soul, was a combination of the psych-ological (mental) and the spiritual/divine aspects of reality as we experience it, until academics in modern times separated psychology out as a topic of study in the Aristotelian slicing-and-dicing way. Being sober sorts, they did not want to call Psychologists "soul students," nor did Psychiatrists want to call themselves "soul physicians." So they put it in Greek, same as most of the other -ologists and -iatrists.
Photo on top of a few untouchable Muses borrowed from Egotastic.
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eu a-mousoi--the young lady second from the left is a digital shadow on the wall of a virtual cave. To me she represents the distorted form of "graspableness". If she were with me here I would appreciate her perfection, nevertheless, I believe in what she represents. She is my muse. I love her...
I don't mean to be judgemental, but you don't sound sorry.
She's so hot (metaphysically speaking) that I temporarily forgot how to spell check.
I have abs just like hers. Metaphysically speaking, of course.
And I have a lute.
That's the lady who jumped off the screen at me as well. Something about her stands out even amongst the other beauties surrounding her.
I'll leave you two to your Blondie. That lady with the earrings looks as if she likes her tummy slapped. Hot stuff.
Hey. I was just going to ask you if you gave her the hairy tunkie look.
Dang. Luther. Why doncha shave that bad boy?
Typical grunt. At least slide a stick of butter between you and the next nubile wench you lure into your loving arms with a promise of Service Beyond the Call of Duty or a Merit Badge for Jungle Maneuvers.
"Merit Badge for Jungle Maneuvers"
How did you know that... I've never mentioned it to anyone other than the intended.
I'll think about your suggestion... though I'm thinking Shea Butter. See... I have my feminine side.
"The fat one"
I have to ask... do you mean the one with the tumescent belly? And she's mine. Though perhaps she hasn't been entirely truthful with me.
hunh? Ya dang well tattooed her with your hirsuteness. The FBI has a hair-print process much like the finger-print process, you know. They could see easily that Luther M. Avenger McLeod tattooed that honey and did some tunkie spin-outs on her belly.
She's faithful to ya. I don't know why, but you must have it.
I do. But just as the mark of 'Zorro', they know not who. Not yet anyway.
Where's that ode to "camel toes"??? And I thought "Greek week" was the buffet at my local Mediterranean restaurant. And I'd eat a plate of baba ganoush off the belly of any of 'em. I'm not picky.
Uh, Luther, you should see the backside I see on the beauty second from the left, because in my metaphysical musings her bottomness begs for the form of a perfect spanking. But alas, the tangible one beckons from our practical nest of domestic tranquility (or rather our domestic scene, unvarying in aspect and quite the model of dependability).
Just one last look at the shadow of the perfect, tantalizingly suggesting the seemless joining of devotion, practicality, beauty, love and crazy monkey sex. (Bites second knuckle of index finger in a balled fist...) Goodnight my muse, my metaphysical soul mate, my Aphrodite, my Athena...in the world of the forms I am forever yours. Just one kiss (and a little spanking) before I go...
You've a way with words with which I'm sure she would wilt in wonder and wantonness.
But I'll stay with the proved and with providence she will provide with profound fecundity.
What a depraved crew you all are. And it's Greek Week because last weekend was Greek Easter. My hairdresser told me so.
P.S. Some women like hairy men. And some don't. Live with it.
You know why women eat crackers in bed? To get a gross hair unstuck from their throats. That's why.
Christopher Hitchens had himself waxed. I'm afraid that'd make me laugh..... but you know, she who laughs last, laughs long.
'Depraved'. What a sweet thing to hear. But just a touch of humor midst all the other, that's all.
Ahem it was Plato's Republic with his mentor Socrates appearing as a fictional player, but who am I to quibble [me! quibbling! -ed].
The Republic is also the oldest popular work that captures the idea of the Philosopher King. I trust that that philosophy gets little traction at Maggie's Farm and I'm happy for it.
Jack, my perception of the history of ideas is as a puddle rather than a stream; it is in this spirit that I suggest we all go with the flow, or more fitting to the simile, wallow. Playdoh. Sockratease. Same damned puddle of mud to me as I'm just a shadow on the wall, and accordingly I hold my friends to the standards of the shadows, but my enemies to precision of the forms. It's unfair perhaps, but from my perspective in this puddle of mud life is just another shadow. We shall not quibble then...
As far as Maggie's is concerned, I believe Jappy has been crowned philosopher king. (Majesty, I oweth thou an emaileth).
Y'ALL....I HAVE TO JUMP IN ON THIS ONE: I'M A NAME ETYMOLOGIST, & JUST YESTERDAY I WAS TELLING SOME YOUNG MOTHER AT THE DOLLAR GENERAL, WHAT HER 15 MONTH OLD'S NAME MEANT..... FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, BUT HIS NAME WAS CECIL..SIMILAR TO CASEY... MEANING IN THE ORIGINAL: "BLIND". I'M ALWAYS QUICK TO ADD, THAT WHAT IT REALLY REFERS TO IS ONE WHO IS 'BLIND TO THE NATURAL, AND SIGHTED TO THE SUPERNATURAL..BLIND TO THE TEMPORAL, SIGHTED TO THE THE ETERNAL... & A NAME THAT IS REALLY ALL ABOUT 'FAITH', MORE THAN SIGHT OR 'BLINDNESS'. AT ANY RATE, ONE OF OUR EMAIL GROUP SENT THIS EMAIL LINK, AND SINCE I SPEND A LITTLE BIT OF RARE TIME ON THIS SITE, I CLICKED ON OVER TO SEE WHAT THE REAL DISCUSSION WAS ABOUT. I HAVE TO SAY, Y'ALL ARE SADLY DWELLING TOO MUCH IN THE 'WORLD OF THE SIGHTED WITH FLESHLY EYES' & NOT MUCH IN THE SUPERNATURAL OR 'ETERNAL' SIGHTEDNESS. ;-) HOWEVER, I KNOW YOU'RE NOT SO SPIRITUALLY MINDED, AS YOU ARE MALES.... & WHAT CAN YA SAY TO THAT?? QUE SERA, SERA! SAD BOYS ALL OF YOU, IF YOU DONT LEARN THE SIGHT OF THE ETERNAL, WHILE STILL IN THE TEMPORAL...?? '-)
Sarahmax. There's a key on the left side of your keyboard called 'Caps Lock'. Give it a press next time, dear. Sorry, but I'm trapped in this here temporal... halp!
DID YOU KNOW THAT ALL CAPS IS CONSIDERED YELLING? Somewhat shortsighted of you I think. Plus, I am assuming you are a large woman who knows, just knows she is better than all the skinny hot chicks because YOU HAVE A BETTER PERSONALITY!
Toss being sexist and somewhat muddled on top of SCREAMING OUT your frustration and I would have to say...I like THE WOMAN SECOND FROM THE LEFT in the photo; not because she's super spiritual, not because she's intelligent, but because she's blazing hot.