If peace were a state we all agree to imagine, a state
envision as uni-
versal in any song, peace, calm, flowing deep, state
in any man, wombed or un,
in any family, any tribe, any deme of agreements unbreakable,
any hermit cell
any bubble of believing generating proper people to fit
tradition and mystery myths without
re-tying truth to may, the verb. That's vainity.
like muscle to bone wit sinyew,
same stuff strangs a bow, for a fiddle ora arrow,
that's somethin' else.
Religion could mean read the instructions, too.
stopping to live. slowing, not stopping. pre-stop.
can you hear you now?
the dictator dictated the dictionary,
learned to speak as spoken to, in the boss tongue.
Ma or pa,
or whosover was fustus wit d'mostus
taught the good ol' boys.
But wisdom saw a way. We've been woven in a story.
We are in the code. Ethos, Pathos, Logos.
Those old Greeks examined them some life, I'd say.
Language rules the iron fist's grip,
gut brain pain fraught fear of the iron fist crimping
the flow of solidity
punch in the gut
Knock thashitoff! Now, flush
in ifity, boo, be bop, I'm an ice cream cone,
like those alien ones, mebbe,
moving stones the weight of 737s,
my cones of power defy your hour of suffering patient
per fection of...
what, wait, allusion to "Let patience have her perfect work"
what is her perfect work?
Quote that San Francisco band. Oh. Did that. Love.
you ask. The reality I see, you say, no, I say, me.
I am patience, the feminine form, 's perfect work.
Patients must put up with me,
fear is terror's weapon, am i right?
And it is written, the fear of the LORD (KJV)
yhwh, in the unsayable way, God's name, only name, eh
is why that started?
Old Job let out a yelp, hey, earth is great, but you have no idea
how this feels.
You know lots of stuff I don't know, but mortality is not one of em,
as far as I can tell.
How 'bout a referee betixt us?
Hey, sus, pect me a spectacle
of the great contro
verse un ifiable, unif, once possible now, nullift.
Every other direction known. Take a fearless, peaceful-
path past all that.
Peace, be unto you, earth. For my part.
The examined life is worth the living. You are in this one with me,
a very important part, an object, an aim to see what
could be there, a like mind, washed ashore.
A.P.I. Art Pax Intel
act as if they are listening with interest, paying
attention, add pieces
of life stuff
I am 71, my window is my horizon, or
my horizon is my window. I have mini-horizons,
like this... chromebook attached at finger tips,
I can and may be making some counter wave that clears
the crypto frost from my window to your
Who took your may? Do you recall the day?
It was a teacher who took my may,
but I won my can, That's a plotted point, I
ponder on my porch
partaking in curds of ways to do so saline a work
Fantasy education system U of old dudes like me,
tired old dudes who have no desire to argue,
but, really, don't tread on me.
the old greeks were at rest, the slaves were under control
but we old American men in twenty nineteen
we have A.I. and pensions enough,
my examination can go far deeper than Aristotle's.
Part taker, trope positions, anonymous wisemen's roles in
this generational take on
we, the people, by realization, not revelation
traditional worth of wisdom found under hoary
or shiny-fringed heads and grey beards and
amplified through ear hair
Admiring and worth. Hmmm.
Mira, look upon the ozimandian heir and
wonder, why am I a part of this, an eight billionth of this
interesting time of changed time,
it is known relative now,
a precocious child of twelve can explain the paradox.
But time travel, imagine...
The captains venturing where... slaves and would-be thieves
would, or could be made to, row or man the ropes,
whether any sweating soul endured to the end,
Who cares-- we recall only the history of kings.
Aha, there were teachers paid to teach
Admire-alty of the strong who keep us free within our walls.
That was the meme, be like
the man on the horse.
Extreme Narcissist rises as the needed leader, least meek
of men morphs materially into the Nuclear God?
the opposite of peacemaker becomes hero?
Endure. In your patience, you possess...
Here's the deal. Life ain't fair. No war ever worked to settle
the mixup over the actual reason
for con fusion. Fusion sticks stuff together that has a pro
pensity to repel.
En-trope, we wrestle that, we fight it with
weapons un-carnal on any fractal level where matter matters.
Settle down, we say, by being at rest, fretless.
Let my peace, you say, come in me,
now, in your bubble of peace,
where no damnation can exist, begin
to grow, feed on knowledge proven no lie.
Start with one, unproven
reason you have for laying down or taking lifetime from anyone,
or for anyone.
Plus and minus, up and down. Mere words.
Confusion is mashing things together to make stuff
like earth. You look close, **** augmented us,
we inherited the only biosphere in the known universe,
and some ******* hell's angel wannabe...
Nope. Fractally can't happen, time being duration, not
an arrow on a gravity bound arc.
From "it is finished' going viral,
Yep, peace makers won. Deck was stacked.
The idea of the act of
Nuclear war launched the tyranny of phobias,
including an old idol word bound fear.
fear of God idea is the beginning of wisdom. think this, what if
wisdom began in you when you imagined the evil
men have realized from their shared imagings,
Logos imagined it first. What if that?
for lack of vision,
my people perish. AH, fractal up
about a thousand Mandelbrot tics, okeh.
Did we come away with treasure, or are we lost in the war game?
how many is enough to make the effort,
ef fective effort to learn.... check. didit, still am. one's enough.
ef fective effort to use the learning right ... check, workin' on it.
Whee gotta cut some traditional slack to the clowns
who keep the poor man happy for the hell of it,
y'know, life's hard at the bottom.
but it ain't
And happy minds bounce. No lie. Bi-polar on demand, kinda.
K'mon down. The price is right. Got moonshine in the evenin',
after-the-cool-of-the-day, unquiet late spring night,
laid back, leanin' on the tree of all I can ever know or
already. Ever knowing, you know. Feels good. Starry night,
in focus, with our shared augmented eyes beyond
the base-bubble of life, where I fit.
---- bored old man? is that pathetic, or what?---
Is this a good that you can do, asked, but I allowed no quest to form.
The point of any story in my mandlebrot set of stories never imagined,
is why I make the daily efforts, find the point, mark it a peaceful
place at the end of a hard row to ***.
Making the point in ever, where you notice your role,
this is the peacmaker's privilege, for the prize of playing your role,
the rest that remains, is mine to use right, examing life
amidst confusion you may have stirred up on your own way here.
Joe Rogan 1041, Dan Carlin, in the background, sittin' on the porch after tearing part of the roof from the garage because it leaked all winter.