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...as boats, cast against the waves, we press on. The ports feel a little further away today......and yet the image in my minds eye of the gleaming treasures contained within grows yet brighter, more detailed and as enticing as it ever was.

I am ever more convinced that what truly matters, however, is not the destination marked on the charts, but the bonds cultivated between us sailors along the way. Today, I’m not sure if she wanted to cut me loose or undo my belt. Maybe all she desired was a full belly.

Tomorrow is a new day and the voyage continues.....

#The Voyage

16/03/2022

The raindrops dripping on the pavement outside are incessant. Things were fine when I stepped out this morning, but things often deteriorate unpredictably these days.

And yet we press on, as we must.

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Speed feels, increasingly, to be the rule. Everything is getting faster, streamlined, efficient. But at what cost? It all makes me want to try and slow down. All this speed feels like a trick, a cleverly devised ruse by those soulless fiends to extract more value from their ‘human resources’.

In a time of incessant acceleration, when there is just so much ‘stuff’ bombarding us from all angles, what else is there to do but slow down and retrain our focus on that which is closer, more pressing, that which has a more tangible link to us and our immediate surroundings?

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I happened to be in a French port town called Granville last week. I came across a small gateway halfway up a set of steep cliff steps leading to one of the town’s most beautiful houses. Between 1940 and 1944, the town was occupied by Nazi Germany. Without knowing for sure, I somehow have no doubt that Nazi officers would have been living inside that beautiful house perched on the cliff – just because they could. In the shadow of the cliffs there is also a grand casino, very much embedded in the history of the town. No doubt this was also a familiar haunt for bored Nazis stationed a thousand kilometres from home.

On top of the gatehouse, are a selection of decorative stones, bricks and finials. They can no doubt tell a few stories, as they say. But the decorative stones on that gateway, covered in mossy growth and standing firm in the face of many a storm, were there long before the Nazi fortifications were cast into the same cliffside and will no doubt still be there, reaching toward the grey sky long after we too cease to walk along those cliff paths.

‘This too shall pass’ they say. It’s a cliché of course, but like all clichés, there is more than a morsel of truth wrapped up in its quotidian exterior.

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Australian Pro surfer Anthony Walsh gives an awesome point of view, while inside a 20 foot barrel | Source

The Investigation SE1EP6

#Television #the investigation

We are not happy, that much is certain. But why should we also be sad? The sea of history is agitated, threats and wars we are bound to overcome, breaking them in half, cutting through them as a keel would.

Vladimir Mayakovsky

Remember this, my friends; there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

Yes Bucky, we are; and it is.

Peace

interesting lyrics.....

emphasis my own ->

For my openin’ line I might try to indicate my state of mind Or turn you on Or tell you that I’m laughin’ Just to keep from cryin’ Pretty music, when you hear it Keep on tryin’ to get near it A little rhythm for your spirit But that’s what it’s for C’mon in here’s the door I’ve seen a sparrow get high And waste his time in the sky He thinks it’s easy to fly He’s just little bit freer than I Now here’s a mystery Maybe you can help to make it clear to me When you’re fast asleep And than what is that’s lightin’ up the dreams you see All your tears can’t conceal it All your prayers may not reveal it You got soul so you can feel it And when you make the scene Then you’ll know what I mean I’ve seen a sparrow get high And waste his time in the sky He thinks it’s easy to fly He’s just little bit freer than I Down here on the ground When you fine folks are givin’ you the runarround Keep your game up up-tight And if you must just take your secrets underground Now, politicians try to speech you Mad color watchers try to teach you Very few will really try to reach you If you’re lost in the stack That’s ok come on black Now I'd be the last to deny That I'm just an average guy And don't you know each little bird in the sky Is just a little bit freer than I Ordinary Joe, people say you’re just a lazy so and so What they think is real Is nothing but an animated puppet show So don’t let time and space confuse you Don’t let name and form abuse you Let Big Joe Williams blues you In the light of the sun you can see how they run I’ve seen a sparrow get high And waste his time in the sky And don't you know He thinks it’s easy to fly He’s just little bit freer than I

#terry callier

Ok, I’m tired of the voice inside my head constantly telling me that what I create isn’t good enough to share with the world.

So, in an attempt to find a route around that persistent little rascal, I’m going to dump some stuff on here, where hardly anybody I know IRL really follows me and therefore I don’t particularly need to worry how shit it is on a qualitative level.

Everything’s going to shit anyway, so who gives a fuck if I ramble about nonsense on this long-past-hip platform?

#PasturesNew?

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The Royal Institution: Eugenia Cheng — “How to Think Like a Mathematician”

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catchymemes

When a random guy with a saxophone shows up to the club

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MBTI & Writers (x) Aldous Huxley: INTJ

“What [the advertiser] and the dictatorial propagandist are doing is to try to bypass the rational side of man and to appeal directly to his unconscious forces below the surface.

So that you are in a way making nonsense of the whole democratic procedure, which is based on conscious choice on rational grounds.”

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