Duality

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   Piping down the valleys wild,   
   Piping songs of pleasant glee,    
On a cloud I saw a child,    
  And he laughing said to me:
   
"Pipe a song about a Lamb!"     
 So I piped with merry cheer.   
 "Piper, pipe that song again;"      
So I piped: he wept to hear.
  
 "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;    
  Sing thy songs of happy cheer!"    
So I sang the same again,      
While he wept with joy to hear.
  
 "Piper, sit thee down and write     
 In a book, that all may read."    
So he vanish'd from my sight;    
  And I pluck'd a hollow reed,
  
 And I made a rural pen,      
And I stain'd the water clear,  
 And I wrote my happy song

William Blake

Contemplation of the corpse of the person loved gave birth not only to the theory of the soul, the belief in immortality, and implanted the deep roots of the human sense of guilt, but it also created the first ethical laws. The first and most important prohibition of the awakening conscience declared: Thou shalt not kill. This arose as a reaction against the gratification of hate for the beloved dead which is concealed behind grief, and was gradually extended to the unloved stranger and finally also to the enemy

. Authorized English Translation By DR. A. A. BRILL and ALFRED B. KUTTNE

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deep into time into silence
grief and guilt and childhood wishes
why
Why am I amused by childish things, time to see through a glass darkly I have read.

Everyday a new pleasure please something I can hold onto to believe tomorrow is going to be better.

Never heard of Michael Farris going to check it out. Sufficient to this day there of I say, I want to think about later.

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To bear life remains, after all, the first duty of the living. The illusion becomes worthless if it disturbs us in this. We remember the old saying:
Si vis pacem, para bellum.
If you wish peace, prepare for war.
The times call for a paraphrase:
Si vis vitam, para mortem.
If you wish life, prepare for death

Elmer Fudd

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He was reading Nietzsche when he was 16 years old.

"... Good-bye America I loved you Money from home good luck stay out of trouble ..."

http://doors.eu.org/poezje/look.html

[the mingo]

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"Though he has to earn a living,
Man dwells poetically on this earth."

Like that bit, been thinking about it all day on and off, but probably not as much as I think about women.
Well good night mingo catch up with you later.


here is the whole poem, I am sucker for anything about future generations.

"Though he has to earn a living,
Man dwells poetically on this earth."

"Yet it behoves us, under the storms of God,
Ye poets! with uncovered head to stand,
With our own hand to grasp the Father's lightening-flash
And to pass on, wrapped in song,
The divine gift to the people."

"But, friends, we have come too late! The gods are, indeed, alive,
But above our heads, up there in another world.
There they are endlessly active, and seen to heed little
Whether we are alive: that's how much the heavenly ones care."

"Perhaps some of the wisdom to sputter and of being
dumbfounded may be the inheritance that our spiritual
culture ought to transmit to the next generations."

http://mythosandlogos.com/Holderlin.html

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Guns talk.
We make chit chat
a shot gun is a scatter gun
I see the look, he thinks that's cute

life and death
about as dualistic as I can get
You can't live in Texas lets you got gunz
What would I do if I carried a gun. The next time I have a bad hair day.

Like Norman Bates meets the Cowardly Lion.