One Stop Thought Shop

It is not easy bringing new to day.

The most long labor.
The remaining take packages home.

Maybe another Augustine will say this is sin.

Of course it is.

There's no church, no government, no creed, unless joy.

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Carmel Point, Robinson Jeffers

The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses-
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads-
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.-As for us:
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean that we were made from.

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Where is the rich magnificence
That tender children know and sense;
That drifts our atmospheric thought
Beyond the tightened social knot?

Where is gifted deep intelligence
That leaps our cobbled sense;
Where piercing probes of quickest wit
Can lance the gripping past, be done of it?

Where is the blanket of community
That o'er the womb of opportunity
Our loitered deeds do sprout and climb
To strengthen hearts that brave through time?

Where are these coasts of civil rhyme,
That soothe these dusts that fall in time
That pound remembrance to the heart
To build our peace, our poise in every part?

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"There lies before us if we choose, continual progress in happiness, knowledge and wisdom. Shall we, instead, choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? We appeal, as human beings to human beings: Remember your humanity and forget the rest." Bertrand Russel

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My heart fell to rise a thousand.
Not today, never without it,
Wonder is enough.

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Gods inside, gods outside,
Gods above, gods below,
Gods oceanward, gods landward,
Gods incarnate, gods not incarnate,
Gods punishing sins, gods pardoning sins,
Gods devouring men, gods slaying warriors,
Gods saving men,
Gods of darkness and light, gods of the ten skies,

Can the gods all be counted?
The gods cannot all be counted!




The British Museum offers an online exhibit of the Pacific Islanders from the 1760 to 1800s period of first contact.

For the inhabitants of the Polynesian islands in the eastern Pacific, the gods were always present in the world. But, while their powers could be life-enhancing, they were also potentially dangerous and had to be contained. Godly power was controlled by means of the concept of tapu, from which the word taboo is derived.

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so easy to say pioneers are history

old wagons along Kodak sand
old arms torn by scythe
old Dickens bones

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Where's the trouble?

The trouble is they attack.
The trouble is we attack each other.

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trust random
trim to poise

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Strive. Only survive. Damn war. I'm proud of enlisted troops, sad, and listen carefully to officers and do what authority commands but I do not think these things save us nor will nor can no matter what we pay or when we salute or who's blood lost. I'm glad of Founders and Paine and Rebels and less death and least threat along the land. But I do not think Jesse Helms should be buried without scorn and I will never like authority in its pilfering, nor tricks, nor lies, nor bullies, nor praise anyone to be near their prize. I take great dreams and most poets and wilt to prophets but do not live outside my heart and never due yours. Not one claim the infinite. Are you binding me?

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I wouldn't know if either God or you will approve then it shouldn't matter if I tell you my proud moment today is a dozen thumbs of hot dog I put along the dash and I whooped in some odd glory when my good dog waited 'til the last before he tongued each gift knowing this man is no cheat.

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the thunder of beauty
not memories
not dreams

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Earnest more rare than able.

Oh, shun quickly sour.
Betrayal shut forever.
Pain quit instantly.

But sweet is unafraid as sweet is genius. Put there, take it.
Doubt's no refuge, savior, ability, sanity. Sweet love decides.

True moment. Given. Got. Yours. Kept.

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Power's dumber,

because insight
ain't quite right
when fact is money
and lies are honey.

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Strongerly. Betterly. Heartfulst. Phffft.

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Though tests are incomplete, aiming may be bothersome. A better tease is never let a synapse see it coming.

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There are not many of you.
You're precious. Thank you.

My effort every day is to care deeply.
You might say this has been done before.
I say mankind walks.
Oh, how can I say it?
We walk because we each bring courage.
Isn't this deep in our nation, neighborhood, and life?
Go ahead, Let yourself,
Bring yourself journey and, thud, thud, thud, simple destiny.
Our fathers felt no strength but brought today.
It's a horrid thing when only battle these days. Loss confuses us.
But also, our nation yearns a little, hopes a bit, and truly wants.
Oh, maybe we are good hope that will replace cheap old men.
Trust yourself. Tomorrow might be what you want.
Courage changes this world, like feet step. Our journey is the world.

I'll tire easily and be forgotten, but I want every breath written in love and freedom.

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PIERRE TEILHARD de CHARDIN

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HUMANS SENSE MIND'S INCENSE

NAME ONE SCHOOL GREATER THAN SOCIETY
OR TEST GREATER THAN ANXIETY.
SUGGEST THE CRITERION
TO GENTLE A CENTURION
OR JOSTLE THE ETHERIOUS
TO CHALLENGE THE SERIOUS,
REDUCING THE EERINESS
HIDING IN OUR WEARINESS.
SUGGEST HOW TO CLEAR STEAMINESS
FROM SILK CLOUDS OF DREAMINESS
OR HOW TO FIND THE ESTEEMABLE
IN THE SCRAP AND REDEEMABLE
THAT HIDES OUR OMNIETY
IN DRAPES OF PLEBIETY.
NAME A JOURNEY GREATER THAN ART
OR A DIPLOMACY GREATER THAN HEART.
SUGGEST REMINDING THE PEERLESS
TO REMEMBER THE CHEERLESS,
AND TO BALANCE THE PEACEABLE
WITH THE ACERBIC UNCEASABLE
THAT MAKE SO MANY ANESTHESIAN
IN OUR LAND SO ARTESIAN.
NAME MOTIVES MORE WORTHY
OR STRUGGLES MORE EARTHY.

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Even the Etherious can be Properly Serious

Large aged institutions seeking restitutions match gumptions, aim assumptions, challenge improvements, educate movements, calling sufficient not less than omniscient -- a task recommended even if dead ended. Regardless conditions in mind or munitions, that's preservation not substantive creation; a consensus objective to repel the subjective; assets sophisticated in actions distillated. Real value let me tell you, in all categories, is not in these stories.

What is the deductive that spurs the productive? Not savings and debt. Not cyclic bet. Not deficits added nor momentum padded. Not organs or cults. These stifle results. Not stiffer a fine to help undermine reticent tissue. This clouds the issue. No, I report, the facts support that impotent miser is no fertilizer when what we require is incentive's 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, you must tune your novice and junior to rise up the mast, to see both 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. You must seek the vantage. Peer over the rampage, where wisdom's enough, no matter how rough; where no explaining or drama or 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 that each can find motion from ocean to ocean, reaching and catching, dreaming 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 know how, compete and show how.

Committees promoting, elevating or demoting the actuarial fences of programmed consensus; chits and credit, no matter who's led it, no matter the bank, no matter the rank, no firm will ever earn, nor thinktank 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? Inadequate attention? Paralyzing contention? Risk and recapture? Greed for the rapture? Ideas rejected by the self-elected? We can't force a fool. Use democracy's tool! Why be delirious? Why jostle the serious? Is it their choice, not ours? Why waste your hours?

The only safe moat is get out & vote. Leave the rhetorical fudge. Let results be the judge. Look square in the face at the problems we chase. Go back to the right in yourself day and night. You know if you're giving good effort for living. You know life is fine when we're each genuine.

Use responsible onus 'cause history's shown us society's crescendo is not innuendo. It's living without fear and doubt. It' not military nor voodoo nor fairy, nor a ritualized nod to a relegate God. It's not guaranteed work or a pork barrel jerk. It' not feeble acting or caustic reacting; not hidden maneuver or charade improver. It' not narcissism or tricks and farcism. Let's be fair. Those who care fulfill genuine need whether they follow or lead.

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They first said jiffy in 1785 and said a jiffy is a thief.

But I was born and raised smallishly. Cities were my want and in awhile I went. I first learned that showing up is critical and that timing is everything.

Later IBM said there are as many picoseconds in a second as there are seconds in 37 million years, so in a jiffy I took off my shoes to feel my cells twitch.

I also learned the King's hands were a pound, and one handful an ounce, and if a King twitched the remainder in his hand is a scruple.

Scruples without shoes are the time I carry now.

Done with time, all is just.

The moment is eternity.

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Triumph is our journey.

Triumph we begin
and cannot stop.

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Via TroutsFarm, two snippets from the land we call our Heritage Oak.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer

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The most beautiful thing about a tree is what you do with it after you cut it down. - Rush Limbaugh

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BEST VOICED:

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C'mon. It will only take a minute. Go back and try it out loud!

p.s. This poem won the Governor General's Award in Canada maybe mid-60s.
I've searched hours for the original author but Google is not helpful searching for audio!

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It's a culture thing, based on the wonder of game theory. I think of money-grubbers not as up/down ranking, but a form of complex systems where congregations arrange themselves like biofilm near feed, lazy bunch of buggers too, in the main.

What was I thinkin' a few years ago while trying to compare aspiration vs. guile?




cybernaut, capitalist, christian and cowboy
along the way from plankton to pulsar.

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Clipping found in Parker Huang's wallet.

A bank of whiteness

Is all I see. Have I

tossed away the world

or the world me? Or

is it just a single

moment that I stand on

a sheer precipice

with clouds passing

through me?

Some mists sweep the

sky. Some stars elicit

serenity. I feel that

I am gathering the

reflections of a flower

in the water and that of

the moon in the mirror—

no scent, no motion,

yet I sense eternity.

I stop breathing lest

I wake myself. From

where, of what world,

have I come here? I

turn my head and see

there are only footprints

that follow me.

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Doomsayers are not my thing. Fear is faith opposed. Both are feelings and orientation rather than ideas and activity. Neither are firm.

What can I say?

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Many of us fail to notice we can be devastated merely failing to change lanes on the way downtown. We fail to notice we can be hammered each day merely by glances and comments. We manage tiny details and fret about ourselves to build a bit of confidence. We are not so strong.

Hemingway said,
If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that it will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

So it is a cruel place here. To stand with children reconciling death and diluting death in the cup of your heart? We are not built for this. It is an imperfect world we make better in our good ways. You have been this courage.

Graham Greene said,
'Oh,' the priest said, 'that's another thing altogether—God is love. I don't say the heart doesn't feel a taste of it, but what a taste. The smallest glass of love mixed with a pint pot of ditch-water. We wouldn't recognize that love. It might even look like hate. It would be enough to scare us—God's love. It set fire to a bush in the desert, didn't it, and smashed open graves and set the dead walking in the dark. Oh, a man like me would run a mile to get away if he felt that love around.'

We are tender things, flying inside a nuclear star, shielded by little. You are this courage.

It is a simple world too. Great complex things may not happen here. It might be that only ordinary things can exist under this cosmic storm pressed to dirt by gravity!

A glimpse says we are honored. Another says we have touched a heart. A friend is tender or we are tender with a friend. A spring warmth begins us again. We were brave and did not notice winter.

There is another thing. Love. O' why is this omitted from every Constitution? There's nothing in us but love. It is our cellular engine, some say, and burst the Universe days ago, some believe, and is our quest under the onion's peel. We haven't said much of it. O' why is this not the entire curricula? It is what we know too little of and what we most require. We are all siblings here with you, not one of us is finished in this schooling.

What can be said? "Grant me the abandon to be a fool in this loving moment! I demand the revel in this loving moment! Do not dare to take this loving moment! Mine! Mine!" Our next day a necklace of these stubborn jewels, some pearls on the floor, and some links broken, and some love to never be... to have loved and lost and a' that....

We're fools for it, nuts for it, lost in it, breathing bliss and blues... .

Hillel says,
If I am for myself only, what am I?
If I am for others only, who am I?
If not now, when?

I'm saying we will always be nervous, incapable, foolish.... And so what?

They say the difference between a good dancer and a bad dancer is the good dancer isn't paying attention to themselves but to dancing.

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They are playing a game. They are playing at not

playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I

shall break the rules and they will punish me.

I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game. - R. D. Laing

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Learning what eyes do

he pressed his nose.

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There is a task for humanity methinks.

Humanity must have a great want of a superb future.

This is necessary. We fail too easily unless we are deeply invigorated by our path ahead. We must ask this of ourselves.

When I wrote these verses quite awhile ago, I was feeling the gift of hopefulness - an easy step for any child, but an an adult must preserve this 'grand forwardness', if this is a correct way to put it.

Where is the rich magnificence
That tender children sense
To drift our atmospheric thought
Over stony vision lost in social knot?

Where is the gifted deep intelligence
That leaps beyond the timid fence,
That piercing probe of quickest wit
Lance the gripping past, be done of it?

Where is the blanket of community
That o'er the womb of opportunity
Orphan'd deeds do sprout and climb
To strengthen hearts that brave through time?

Where are these coasts of future's rhyme
That soothe the dusts that fall in time,
That pound remembrance to the heart,
To build our peace, our poise, in every part?

Sometimes I say to myself "Give me the wisdom to be a fool!" if foolishness is what's needed for us to believe in ourselves and bring ourselves a world that excites and pleases us.

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There must be a voice for less, a sound for nothing, a choir of zero. When children cry, soldiers stop, leaders kneel, poets apologize, mothers rise. Justice is not secret. Tomorrow is not silent.

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Ode to City Lights

On the curb
not inside the bookstore
doors of frames
beat understanding,
And beyond belief
bent key-less wards.

Now what?

Plagiarize paradigm.

For the "immortality of the prosthetic self...
The old paradigm is the wrong paradigm."

What is needed, he concludes, elaborating on the term made popular by Thomas Kuhn, is a "paradigm shift" toward modernization comparable to those that occurred in the Christian and Jewish traditions."

Within wide swathes, it will in the end begin with something else.



Craprovement:

In all your getting, get understanding.

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Tears are greater by far than celebrity and are more proud than politi