We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Many people only know about the Municipal Art Society of New York through their acclaimed architectural walking tours or their historical preservation efforts, but they do much more than that. A BD daughter is considering getting involved with them, and I'm sure the BD lad would be interested too.
And the river Buddy, what about the river? Does it pass this way again? You can never step into the same river twice, because the water moves on. And time passes: the wader who steps into the river is no longer the same person.
Remember the...13th Warrior –the Rune Battle Prayer? Michael Crichton wrote the novel, Eaters of the Dead –which adapted as the screenplay. The battle poem isn’t fictive –it’s from a ‘thousand year old manuscript’....
Lo, There Do I See My Father
Lo, There Do I See My Mother
My Sisters And My Brothers
Lo, There Do I See My People
Back To The Beginning
Lo, There Do They Call To Me
And Beg Me To Take My Place
In The Halls Of Valhalla
Where the Brave Shall Live Forever
(works for those who already see the proof that the basic human unit is not the self but the three generational bundle. Memory is the dangerous gift)
March 25, 2011 - 3:58 am Link to this Comment 16. buddy larsen
oil = mobility
mobility = anonymity
anonymity = no spirit world
no spirit world = one more line in the battle poem:
“Or Until Further Notice”
The other battle prayer, whispered by a man certain of his own impending death, the extemporaneous utterance (unlike the ritual Rune prayer) of the Arab Muslim 13th warrior, the accidental ally of the Norse band, as the horrific seemingly supernatural eaters of the dead (possibly, in the far-back myths of origin [and akin to the Hellenic stories of Titans] –Neanderthals) gallop toward them for a showdown fight to the death:
Merciful Father…I have squandered my days with plans of many things.
This was not among them. But at this moment, I beg only, to live the next few minutes well. For all we ought to have thought and have not thought…all we ought to have said and have not said…all we ought to have done and have not done. I pray thee, God for forgiveness.