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| Friday, March 31, 2006 |
| What A Wonderful Thought |
"Human beings do not live forever. We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value there is to human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye? I learned a long time ago that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable, though its quantity may be insignificant. A man must fill one's life with meaning........ "
"A life with meaning is worthy of rest. I want to be worthy of rest when I leave here."
Chiam Potok, The Chosen
"When a trout rising to a fly gets hooked on a line and finds himself unable to swim about freely, he begins with a fight which results in struggles and splashes and sometimes an escape. Often, of course, the situation is too tough for him.
In the same way the human being struggles with his environment and with the hooks that catch him. Sometimes he masters his difficulties; sometimes they are too much for him. His struggles are all the world sees and it naturally misunderstands them. It is hard for a free fish to understand what is happening to a hooked one." Karl A. Menninger
"True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in worth and choice." Ben Jonson
"No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere..." Emily Bronte |
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| Thursday, March 30, 2006 |
| Gentle Lady |
Gnarled and twisted like the branches of an old oak tree.
Her fingers, wrists, knees, so swollen like water balloons.
She is quiet and tired.
Her muscles are emaciated.
The once young, taught skin hangs in wrinkles and folds off her bent body as though it is a sheet that's been tossed over a skeleton.
She looks listlessly out the window, her lips parted, a bit of her dentures show themselves.
She makes a brief comment about the weather and impatiently takes a bite of her ham.
Her face, at first glimpse wears a mask of indifference,
However,
Occasionally,
The lines betray her troubled mind.
She doesn't care for idle conversation and so sits in silence.
Never complaining,
But is adamant,
Indignant,
Stubborn....
As to the subject of her independence.
Eighty three years she has fought this battle called life.
I wonder if it was wrought with meaning..
If she's ready to rest.... |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 8:58 PM |
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| Friday, March 03, 2006 |
| California sun has sunk, behind the Aneheim hills its gone tonight... |
| Here I sit in LA. No clue exactly where, but beware my friends, its an experience worthy of the mighty blog. I will be posting like mad, just as soon as I find the time. . . wish me luck in this grand adventurous endeavor. |
| posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 11:47 AM |
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