"The way of Providence is a little rude"

[stilltrucking]

What its alls abouts
the zeitgeist
if feels like the turn of the century
something stranger even
the turn of a millennium
the French have a word for it
for everything
Nietzsche wrote the future of it
and I am barely aware.
it was a fun time to be a live if you
were free white and twenty-one.

Providence has a wild, rough, incalculable road to its end, and it is of no use to try to whitewash its huge, mixed instrumentalities, or to dress up that terrific benefactor in a clean shirt and white neckcloth of a student in divinity.
Fate
from The Conduct of Life (1860, rev. 1876)
by
Ralph Waldo Emerson

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electrolytes I wonder how much salt I got floating around in me. I been going through celery and Cajun and soul food seasonings like I was Dow Chemical.



I feel like I am in a race with the piano movers or the undertakers.

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Chemical imbalances
What would Bertrand Russell say?

The energy used in thinking seems to have a chemical origin; for instance, a deficiency of iodine will turn a clever man into an idiot. ...
Essays

Or what would Sylvia's Mother Say?
"Meaning leaks from the molecules," Sylvia Somebody

Get this little vibrations in my chest like a cellphone is vibrating in my shirt pocket I keep thinking it is my phone but then I remember it is not. Like my heart is buzzing. .

All these colossal events taking place and I note my own small passing.

A race between a piano crate for a coffin or something more dignified like a plain pine box. With lots of knotholes.

Boy oh boy another bloody keyboard

I have had no great tragedies in my life, just tiny little self inflicted ones.
"Life has been good to me so far..."
this growing old with dignity is down right educational.

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in the meantime every man here is trying to swim fourteen miles upstream in a river of molasses.

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This so boring
Sure no tragedies, just a boring lack of tragedies

The tragedy of a Robert Service poem

Mundane tragedy just so

so uninteresting.

[SadLuckDame]

Took a freaky, scare my pants off test today.
It says I've a lot of 'noise' going on, like psychosis stuffs, and my day is spent with me flat out on my back. I'm making chili for a cheer me upper.

http://geisel.narod.ru/mmpi2.htm

Also, I've been enjoying his essays. Helps me not sit with so much going on, instead I'm better able to 'walk' it, keep it leashed.

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'll check out yours too. ty, for this thread.

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Yes it is a big test
I hope you have fun with it.
I ain't got the patience for those things
Isn't their a card game called patience?
I used to love to play gin.

I sometimes take those tests in Readers Digest, the word power ones.

[SadLuckDame]

I love gin rummy.
I know better, I should have played a happy game like that instead of that stupid, freaky test.

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I got bored with emerson pretty quick

I used to be good at taking tests

I might take yours just to find out if I am gay, or hate my mother, or just hate women, am happy am I sad

does it love me does he not

strange little myrna minkoff
I would walk through hell on sunday
for one of her smiles.

some men want so much
some men need so much
maybe they should have been born as women.

boy the time I spent wasted on trying to figure out who I was.

what the hell is this thread about anyway.

[zero_hero]

...on the Spirit of the Times. .... To me, however, the question of the times resolved itself into a practical question of the conduct of life. How shall I live?

We are incompetent to solve the times. Our geometry cannot span the huge orbits of the prevailing ideas, behold their return, and reconcile their opposition.

We can only obey our own polarity. 'Tis fine for us to speculate and elect our course, if we must accept an irresistible dictation.

In our first steps to gain our wishes, we come upon immovable limitations. We are fired with the hope to reform men. After many experiments, we find that we must begin earlier, -- at school. But the boys and girls are not docile; we can make nothing of them. We decide that they are not of good stock. We must begin our reform earlier still, -- at generation: that is to say, there is Fate, or laws of the world.
http://www.rwe.org/works/Conduct_1_Fate.htm

sometimes he is very interesting
sometimes I get bored.