Solar powered conversations

Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 09/07/2016 - 6:12pm

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Before the night breaks us

makes tarnish of gold

remember when we were old

striving to understand

the winter's cold

being bold, as told as we can be,

perfection.

Can we agree,

by other compunction drawn

genetically,

and not by social desires

ruling language of the net

with regrets

with love

with distance;

ethereal friends

moving in, moving out

pushed to shout, pile on,

even

damning the slight

'differance?'

Light daunts the ordinary

conjuring,

mixing souls behind the screen of sunshine.

Centuries bleeding into dust raising generations anew

and we worry.

Why

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Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 09/07/2016 - 6:23pm

David's Ankles

Inspired by c99p and Sam Anderson's piece in the NYT Magazine: http://www.nytimes.com/2016/08/21/magazine/davids-ankles-how-imperfectio...

There was an existential snap in my brain, a sudden adjustment of the relative values and proportions of every other object in the world, including me.

Perfection, it turns out, is no way to try to live. It is a child’s idea, a cartoon — this desire not to be merely good, not to do merely well, but to be faultless, to transcend everything, including the limits of yourself. It is less heroic than neurotic, and it doesn’t take much analysis to get to its ugly side: a lust for control, pseudofascist purity, self-destruction. Perfection makes you flinch at yourself, flinch at the world, flinch at any contact between the two. Soon what you want, above all, is escape: to be gone, elsewhere, annihilated.

The miracle took some time.

Submitted by Raggedy Ann on Wed, 09/07/2016 - 7:26pm

Thank you, smiley!

We use those small solar lights outside. I love them. Your words were right on. Why worry? You cannot guarantee any future outcome...

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"The “jumpers” reminded us that one day we will all face only one choice and that is how we will die, not how we will live." Chris Hedges on 9/11

Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 09/07/2016 - 7:47pm

Thanks for reading RA...

the photo is from my concrete table at the campsite at Melton Hill where I lived for two months this Spring enduring Proton Therapy, which worked as I've just shared with Joe and community on the EB.

When the campsite was crowded, most of the time, unfortunately, many folks waved Confederate flags and used POWERED LIGHTS that reached for miles. During the day, I witnessed widescreen TV's and fishing boats with gigantic sound systems; wasn't a happy camper, then; the experience challenged me.