by compound complex 24 Replies latest jw friends
Thanks, Folks, for your cheery words!
I'm going on a walk momentarily in order that I might ratiocinate upon the futility of my quest for new vistas in the 'hood 'pon whose paths I've trod multitudinous times ...
With sincere and utter gratitude,
CoCo Struts-but-Frets-No-More Proscenium
Day after day it's all the same, no matter the thrashing and striving and frothing we do, the end result is as it was for all those who came before.
With persistance each day comes to sweep out the old and welcome in the new. It is unrelenting in it's rhythm and it's well known pattern of taking all the hard work and solid acheivement of man and silently making it disappear.
As I rise from my seat of easy degree,
and stand upon my legs of legs-alamity
I quote unto thee, in Latin quotation:
Oco mama poco
Which means in the midst of
life and pleasure
Let us always remember death
BTS Act 2 Scene 2
Life is but an endless round of regretful yesterdays and hopeful tomorrows.
Sylvia
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
In my own words:
Any of the Society's 192 page (or any other length) books.
Basically
life's a bitch and then you die.
Coco - Are you okay?
I wonder if you might be depressed for some reason.
Please remember you are not alone.
I think the words of Simone de Beauvoir are important: "My mother encouraged you [to be optimistic] when crippled with arthritis and dying.... nothing that happens to a man is ever natural, since his presence calls the world into question. "
HB
Dear and gracious Hamsterbait:
Thanks so much for your concern, but there's nothing wrong at all! I cannot even recall what got me onto Skakespeare and Mac this morning. A word, a line of verse, Francis Bacon and eggs for b'fast ...
If you read anything of mine depicting Melancholia's taint, it is but a remembrance of things past. Any sadness of the present moment weighing upon heart and mind would not become fodder for that day's posting. La tristesse requires time to mellow before its public exposition!
Gratefully,
CoCo
THE LADY OF SILENCE
The deepest and cruelest of Melancholia has me by the nape of the neck. Her sweet name is a deceptive model of euphony that lies as if in wait beneath the innocent aspect of a disappointed madonna. She is a wily mistress ... a mistress whose hold is an iron grip. She makes me see what I do not wish to see.
In complete control of all that my eyes now behold, she pulls me backward into times past. Times that were gone and forgotten - nearly forgotten but for a brief remembrance triggered, in strange and bitter irony, by that smallest recollection of a fleeting joy. The Sorrowing One wishes me to know the innate and all-pervading anguish of her Existence. Of her Essence.
She has stolen my present. She has sabotaged my future ...
In the words of KANSAS...All we are is Dust In the Wind
In my words:
Whatever we say whatever it is we think we can do, time marches on and leaves us in its wake.
