I AM the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass.

Do you know that all the great work of the world is
done through me?

I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the
world’s food and clothes.

I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons
come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And
then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.

I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand
for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.
I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.
I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and
makes me work and give up what I have. And I
forget.

Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red
drops for history to remember. Then—I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the
People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
forget who robbed me last year, who played me for
a fool–then there will be no speaker in all the world
say the name: “The People,” with any fleck of a
sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.

The mob–the crowd–the mass–will arrive then.

Carl Sandburg

MEMO TO A NATION’S HEART

There is such a thing as healthy community. It is clear that the people’s viability requires a network of effectiveness. Informed progress is imperative. It must step from answering need –the key to both survival and prosperity.

The desire to fulfill is a strong human force. Participation in tangible efforts toward success is not a burden. It is, in a healthy culture, a remarkable opportunity of privilege, creating a vibrant common wealth, not merely in market economies, but where it matters the most, in the fabric of society.

The world is dynamic. Its legacy and primary resource: our ingenuity. There are those that pierce inhibition to challenge habit and shape wisdom. Problems can be severe; hopeless when viewed from the peaks of yesterday, and change may seem as chaotic as crisis.

But we will embrace a positive vision of our future and work toward an America that survives her dream. Vision is required. Wit is required. Action is required. The unforeseen is our beacon. Compassion is our only restraint.

We can inform the centuries there are vistas of our welfare yet discovered. We can prove diligence again, demonstrate our skills, and dispel the cathartic for the healing itself.

“People who think shouldn’t be alone with their own minds.”

find who said this

slobber all over their amygdala

email the remainder

“He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it is a fool.” ~Camus

“The arms, held tightly to his sides,
are as expressive of emotion as the sound
we imagine we hear coming from his mouth.”

Strength by love.
Tears by error.
Alive by gift.

Slake:
To abate;
To add water;
To become relaxed;
To become less decided.

I no longer want to tell you stories. You’ll do that. You survive on stories. Few your own. You won’t be helped with mine because you won’t be helped with more. Trading stories and suffering stories is the era you are. And. You are not good at it.

Damn you.

There’s easy things we can do. Waking things. Slaking things. You do not use the word slake. You do not try to satisfy. Lost what the word means. You don’t know still. You don’t know safe.

Calm is not important. Sweet singing is forgotten. Civility is cheap. Abrasion is your story. We cannot raise this barn.

Damn you.

You pilfer pageant. Trammel honor. Waste tears. Elevate trite. That’s an insult. Check things over. Look back a few years. Tell me when wisdom is what you’re looking for. Cite sacrifice.

Damn you.

Tell me when tenderness, tolerance, shelter, warmth, love and celebration is on your mind. Make these news.

I’ll tell you this. Sinking is a story you enjoy. Your politics proves it.

Candidates will tell you a story.

Damn you.

“We’re a small team trying our best to improve the way the world learns.”

:::woot:::
Are you interested in turning this into a business? Maybe with some VC funding?

“I’ve been approached several times, but it just didn’t feel right.

“When I’m 80, I want to feel that I helped give access to a world-class education to billions of students around the world.

“Sounds a lot better than starting a business that educates some subset of the developed world that can pay $19.95/month and eventually selling it to some text book company or something. I already have a beautiful wife, a hilarious son, two hondas and a decent house. What else does a man need?

“With that said, if you are a social venture capitalist and are looking to deploy capital with the highest possible social return per dollar invested, we should talk. I think you’ll find that there is no more measurable, scalable and high impact way to educate the world.”

Transylvania b b b b blue…

No wonder we clamor.

Try this search.

+ “the skin I want to be in” 

Try this search.

+ “the dream I give you”

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::: burp ::: 

You are my prize.

nobody knows men
nobody knows women
we always touch strangers

brave

all of us weak
all of us tender
splendor to dedicate

Christiane and Stanley Kubrick and their great principle in life:

“Always be suspicious of people who have, or crave, power.”

All Stanley Kubrick’s life he said,

‘Never, ever go near power. Don’t become friends with anyone who has real power. It’s dangerous.’

Charm is attractive to many. And potent.

When you need propaganda, where do you turn?

“Where my uncle was an enormous fool, as many talented people are, was that he mistook his gift for intelligence,” says Christiane.

“He was a great big famous film person. He looked better and talked better and had enormous charm. So he thought he was also far more intelligent than Mr Goebbels. Goebbels was 10,000 times smarter than my uncle.”

“Film people, actors, are puppets. We are silly. We are silly folk.”

Christiane Kubrick. A few moments with an enlightened conscience.

Widow of film director Stanley Kubrick, her 41-year-old marriage, the director’s lost project about the Holocaust and his secret love of the waltz…

the impact of reality is hitting you… hoping you are adventuring new life rather than lamenting old life…

sometimes just sipping a coffee on the sidewalk is renewing… pondering is a stepping stone…

I like poking around running water… sorta like a poultice for the brain.

Mick Jagger, somewhere, an interview.

“I don’t look at the clouds of tomorrow through the sunshine of today.”

“Everyone’s life comes to an end. And all around us, you and me, our life will come to an end. You will stop being a journalist and you will die.

“So what can I tell you? We’re all going to come to the same fate. So you just keep going while you can, doing what you like. So I am just the same as everybody else.”

been breathin’ in the bush lately?

superb poise
glorious body
dumbfounding beauty
a great artist
we are so fine, we humans, hope we notice someday

Try the large version here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=jJrzIdDUfT4&vq=medium

a ridiculous hobby, ey wot