Go ahead, be the only one.

Surely this is a fun brain tease, to invent new this, to discover one and only.

Petina Gappah

At a Harare café the other day, I was intrigued to hear an extremely well-toned and well-groomed blonde woman say, with all the confidence of the only one in Africa who does this, ‘I am the only person in Africa who does this.’ She and her companion moved away before I could find out what this was, leaving me in great suspense. I must confess that I have been obsessing over this this a little. Africa is so big, so vast, so incredibly ginormous. And yet this lady is the only one in the whole continent who does this.

What is this? Is she the only person in Africa who gives French pedicures to African poodles? The only person in Africa who eats her peas with honey, who has done it all her life, it makes the peas taste funny but it keeps them on the knife? The only person in Africa who does sudoku in a bath of vanilla milk and rose petals? The only person in Africa who eats her meals backwards, starting with dinner in the morning and ending with a nice continental breakfast in the evening? The only person in Africa who makes small scarves for bats?

Thinking is less than what you are

[who] think with the whole of their bodies?

Ducks flying overhead.
Nuance passing back and forth.
Rhythm and volume testing the wind.

Each voice alters its feel when the speaker is blown off course by gusts, each duck using its quacks to inform the others about the state of the blast just in front, while also apprising, each replying and reassuring the others.

Secrets we call lightning

You never see what I see seeing you. Beauty will not fit twice.

If I could a walk a longer mile,
If I could talk a wider smile,
If I could bring a heavy weight to gravity,
If I could gild a deeper gold,
If I could find a finer bold,
There you’ll be aside of me.

Were I to have your eyes, eyes that swoon the stars to shine,
I’d love me with those eyes, I’d wash me with those eyes,
and bring our gentle manner to its etiquette and grace,
conjure our deepest passions to their potent restraint.
I’d lose my willfulness. I’d lose it in love.

Were I sculpt of your beauty, drawn in liquid color,
I’d pour my dance into my skin, move the world to melody.
I’d lose my fear. I’d lose it in love.

Were I to have your nature, spilled in heart and caved in sugar,
I’d wash you in delight and ravish your footsteps on this earth.
I’d lose my agony. I’d lose it in love.

And then, of course, a little fun

I believe that living is not always easy and can be quite painful, yet there is a tremendous capability inside of us to create our human potential.

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When the rich steal from the rich, it’s Good Business.
When the rich steal from the rich for the poor, it’s Noblesse Oblige.
When the middle steal from the middle, it’s Corruption.
When the rich and the middle steal from the poor, it’s Fiscal Responsibility.
When the poor steal from the rich and the middle, it’s Crime.
When the poor steal from the poor, it’s Tough Luck.

Caveat

We must be careful not to overstate the case. Let us not forget that in this situation it must be noted: nothing could be further from the truth. Because, as they say, it is the exception that proves the rule. Of course, rules are made to be broken and so, in this case, we must make allowances. For the time being, all we can state with certainty is that, given this set of assumptions, all things will be equal. Context is everything. Thus, this is not the final word on the subject. And yet, because of the foregoing doubts, we must be doubly sure. So, in light of current developments and taking stock of all our cultural preconceptions, the conclusion is neither obvious nor buried.

At Eighty by Edwin Morgan

Push the boat out, compañeros,
push the boat out, whatever the sea.
Who says we cannot guide ourselves
through the boiling reefs, black as they are,
the enemy of us all makes sure of it!
Mariners, keep good watch always
for that last passage of blue water
we have heard of and long to reach
(no matter if we cannot, no matter!)
in our eighty-year-old timbers
leaky and patched as they are but sweet
well seasoned with the scent of woods
long perished, serviceable still
in unarrested pungency
of salt and blistering sunlight. Out,
push it all out into the unknown!
Unknown is best, it beckons best,
like distant ships in mist, or bells
clanging ruthless from stormy buoys.

via wood s lot

Inventing reference

“Tick is a humble genesis, tock a feeble apocalypse.”

We insist there’s a beginning and an end, addicted to it says Frank Kermode, otherwise we’d hear the clock as it is, tick, tick.

No prior ethos but today

The Transition
Even the Etherious can be Properly Serious

Large aged institutions seeking restitutions aim assumptions, sort gumptions, hoist improvements, educate movements, seeking sufficient not less than omniscient, a task recommended even if dead ended. But regardless conditions in money or munitions or assets distillated in actions sophisticated, real value let me tell you in all categories is not in these stories.

What is the deductive that spurs the productive? Not crisis and debt. Not cyclic bet. Not deficits added nor momentum padded. Not bandits in cults. These stifle results. Not stiffer a fine to help undermine reticent tissue. That only clouds the issue. No I report the facts support the reluctant miser is no fertilizer when what we require is incentives fire.

Lend some support for here I purport our greatest resource no matter our course−impregnable forts, lucrative exports, justice and reason without moral treason or freedom’s impunity in gentle community−our purpose can’t shift to get over this rift. If we’re interdependent, remaining resplendent, tune our novice and junior to rise up the mast, see future and past in all aggregation that fuels innovation, find what is requiring all the untiring to push to the end for which we depend, we must seek the vantage, peer over the rampage, where wisdom’s enough no matter how rough, where no explaining nor drama nor feigning can cloud the growth that freedom’s oath can bring to this nation. Now that’s socialization!

Isn’t it proven that what keeps us movin’ is not intellectual, not dreams ineffectual, however analytical or grandly political? No! Freedom’s invincible if based on the principal there’s motion from ocean to ocean, reaching and catching, comparing and matching, in faith and with fearing, with sweat and engineering, with diligent facts in solvent pacts. If anyone will share it, let’s base it on merit. This is the trend to level the bend, to smooth the tension in cash flow and pension. To recover our know how, get out and show how.

Committees promoting, elevating or demoting the actuarial fences of program consensus, chits and credit no matter who’s led it, no matter the rank, no matter the bank, no firm will ever earn nor thinkers ever learn the power systemic in the creative endemic, always available, never assailable, always effective in freedom’s directive. Lets not be demented with what’s implemented. Do well for doing good. We know that we should.

What’s holding us back? Worry about trouble and lack? Imbalanced obligations, value added among nations, risk and recapture, greed and its rapture, noisy contention paralyzing attention, ideas selected by the blind self-elected? We can rule a fool. Use democracy’s tool! Why stay delirious? Why shrink from what’s serious? Why waste our hours? Is it their choice not ours? Drain their moat and get out & vote. Leave the rhetorical fudge. Use results as our judge. Look square in the face at the problems we chase.

Go back to what’s right in yourself day and night. You know if you’re giving good effort for living. Life is fine when we’re each genuine. Use the responsible onus ’cause history’s shown us society’s crescendo is not innuendo. It’s living without suppression or doubt. It’s not narcissism nor tricks & farcism. It’s not a pork barrel jerk bringing guaranteed work. It’s not voodoo that we do nor a ritualized nod to a relegate god. And it’s not feeble acting or caustic reacting. To be fair, those who care fulfill genuine need whether they follow of lead.

Our Transition Position © Hayes
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Takes merely 5 years

5 Year Old Sings National Anthem
star.wmv – 2:03 – YouTube

Fred Hart says, “This video will be all over the internet.”
John Dvorak says, “Wow! Sort of makes you wonder about reincarnation.”

Is dark worth bringing?

America forgets.

We’re not a contest.
We’re a solution, of course.
America is free, and it’s your job to do it.

A church or a mosque
is not terror, of course.
It’s history, and your job to renew it.

What's the pay grade for wisdom?

A teacher says,

“Follow your curiosity.”

Einstein adds,

“Follow your curiosity. It’s the only thing that knows where you’re going.”