Sunday, August 28, 2011

Belated, Etc.

Bet ya didn't know I was 451 years old, didja?! I owe my youthful appearance to large portions of dark chocolate consumed at regular intervals!

In my old age my memory is failing a bit, and I forgot to send birthday greetings to my "twins" before our shared birthday was over. Belatedly but wholeheartedly wishing a good new year of life to:


And may you all live as long as I!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

What Have We Done?!

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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Friday, August 12, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Destiny with Men

'Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and Days
where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays,
and one by one back in the Closet lays.

Omar Khayyám (1048-1131)

Sunday, August 07, 2011


People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim.

What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked. And if one gains the immediate purpose of the lie -- the price one pays is the destructions of that which the gain was intended to serve.

...there are no white lies, there is only the blackness of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.

Ayn Rand Atlas Shrugged

True 60 Times Over (and then some)

Sometimes there's wisdom even in a card game.
The flavor text (italicized) says it all!

Church Sign

"The ability to lie is a liability."

Friday, August 05, 2011

while i am away

as any(men's hells having wrestled with)
man drops into his own paradise
whole and the green whereless truth
of an eternal now welcomes each was
of whom among not numerable ams

(leaving a perfectly distinct unhe;
a ticking phantom by prodigious time's
mere brain contrived:a spook of stop and go)
may i achieve another steepest thing--

how more than sleep illimitably my
--being so very born no bird can sing
as easily creation up all sky

(really unreal world,will you perhaps do
the breathing for me while i am away?)

e. e. cummings (1894-1962)