Okinawa
A long time ago
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& Still Dreaming
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Why bother to live at all? My father—so many times he said it that I memorized and used it to repeat nights to fall asleep and later in the foxholes to stay awake — anyway, he used to always say to mom when we would drive out to the beach: there he would stand, his face to the sea:
“More mystery and secrets there, mother, than in the stars because it is so alive, so close, gives so much and yet keeps so much of the unknown to itself— the dread so unfathomable, agonizing us with its immediacy and awful majesty.”
And then he would say pointing to the blazing sun:
“Like standing ten miles from the sun! Whatever the dread how can it be any other way? And how could anyone want to escape this great privilege of living it?" And then over and over again he would say: “What glory, power and God-awful truth!”
from: A Tale of Love & War Volumes I & II now available at www.publishamerica.com
"The evident need of otherness and the demonstration of uncontrollable dreams substantiate that there is a governance)whether good or bad)underlying what is normally conceived as the self in itself."[from "...Belief"]
My Loyal Friend Casey
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[Baseball] Ted Williams thought most pitchers were among the dumbest creatures. He left out the other half of the equation that some of the smartest creatures were hitters. One hundred strike-outs a season was a rarity among batters — even most power hitters choked up on a two-strike count. With few exceptions, were there bad ball whiffers; yet at the same time there were pitchers well-grounded in selective pitching. The brand of players in the good old days was different because their childhood was consumed by baseball, punchball, stickball and softball from March to October. Is there any wonder that today’s game is dominated by players from the Caribbean?
Lonesome Lass
There at a glance
Are hundreds at a dance,
Rumps abounding, shaking,
The less endowed, faking;
All but one having
A grand time hazarding
The Deejay's pomp
For Saturday's romp─
Poor lass, her heart intertwines
In 'Nam's unending headlines.
The Significance of Belief
However one believes is immaterial; that one believes in is the stuff of humanity. That one believes goes beyond the Cartesian principle. A sense of self could in lower forms exist──admittedly primitive. A dog conceivably has a strong awareness of itself, yet we do not ascribe thinking to a dog. On a human level, one believes because he has no choice. He cannot say I do not believe in myself anymore than Descartes could say I do not think therefore I am not. Without belief there is no humanity. Anthropologists rack their brains in trying to fathom along the time-continuum evidence of the genesis of humanity. Various human skulls uncovered signify nothing without related evidence of human activity, such as tools and artifacts of development. The related evidence is significant because it lends to the belief that without the impression of the mind upon an activity beyond that of peeling a banana human activity is non-existent. Of course, all animals engage in labor but it is instinctual, having no bearing on hierarchical labor dependent on progressive thinking in communion with the underlying mathematical-mechanistic intelligence shaping the universe. [cont'd]
Copyright © 1990 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: March 30, 2002
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