Salt the Wells and Burn the Village:
Thought for the Day:
Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him. Aldous Huxley
(Never truer words were said)
On Drug Plans:
I am on drugs again, which serve to deaden my pain to a more acceptable degree. However, I should note that my ability to tolerate fools also goes down when I am medicated. I think there is some connection, between fools and pain.
Some other plus sides of note to over-medication. I have read the same chapter in my current book three times and each time it is new to me. I have not been horny, thus no internet porn or excessive masturbation (other than the daily toss; you know, just to keep the pipes clear). I listened to all of Madam Butterfly twice last night and colors all seem so pretty.
Other than that I find it rather unenjoyable. Much like what I imagine walking in a room full of cotton would be like. I also find myself much too introspective. Asking questions that perhaps shouldn’t be asked, ones that no one has good answers for, questions that rely heavily on the word “why”. I don’t find myself a favorite at staff meetings these days, or casual chats with friends. A rather odd cross to bare.
Your Mail Order Brides for the Week:
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=TanushaV
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=sunriseinsofia
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=likechocolate
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=jerly
(My pick of the week, due mostly to our shared love of Shakespeare)
Vent 101:
(In answer to several e-mails this morning)
I strive to make myself a better man, a kinder gentler JQP, one with integrity and a ability to instill hope. And for the most part I am relatively successful (think baby steps and running the hurtles combined) from time to time.
However there are moments in which my soul is sucked from my body and only the a bitter darkness remains. That which is once seen can not be un-seen; acts however regretful by self and others can not be un-done. Leaving one of three options in the course of life; rehabilitation, justice, and acquiescence. Sadly, in my view to much attention is paid to the later.
My wife told me the other day that I believe in an America that never was. Perhaps she is right. I often find myself looking into others faces, searching for some sense...some faith other than anger or fear, like one searches the faces at a reunion, for some reflection in which to measure ourselves.
The passion, often triumphs the will, but a life lived without both even for a moment is a loss, a wilderness. Purposeful action and reflexive events, inquiry and opportunity, choices abound yet remain out of grasp.
Someone once said “You remember just enough of Philosophy 101 to fuck you up for the rest of your life”.
Your Bill for the Day:
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
--From Macbeth (V, v, 19)
Quote of the Day:
In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities. In the expert's mind there are few.
Shunryu Suzuki
I remain, like a cheerful mosquito, feeding on the innocence and unexamined lives of others:
JQP (Zen Master)
Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him. Aldous Huxley
(Never truer words were said)
On Drug Plans:
I am on drugs again, which serve to deaden my pain to a more acceptable degree. However, I should note that my ability to tolerate fools also goes down when I am medicated. I think there is some connection, between fools and pain.
Some other plus sides of note to over-medication. I have read the same chapter in my current book three times and each time it is new to me. I have not been horny, thus no internet porn or excessive masturbation (other than the daily toss; you know, just to keep the pipes clear). I listened to all of Madam Butterfly twice last night and colors all seem so pretty.
Other than that I find it rather unenjoyable. Much like what I imagine walking in a room full of cotton would be like. I also find myself much too introspective. Asking questions that perhaps shouldn’t be asked, ones that no one has good answers for, questions that rely heavily on the word “why”. I don’t find myself a favorite at staff meetings these days, or casual chats with friends. A rather odd cross to bare.
Your Mail Order Brides for the Week:
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=TanushaV
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=sunriseinsofia
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=likechocolate
http://www.eastwestmatch.com/search.cfm?from=email&nick=jerly
(My pick of the week, due mostly to our shared love of Shakespeare)
Vent 101:
(In answer to several e-mails this morning)
I strive to make myself a better man, a kinder gentler JQP, one with integrity and a ability to instill hope. And for the most part I am relatively successful (think baby steps and running the hurtles combined) from time to time.
However there are moments in which my soul is sucked from my body and only the a bitter darkness remains. That which is once seen can not be un-seen; acts however regretful by self and others can not be un-done. Leaving one of three options in the course of life; rehabilitation, justice, and acquiescence. Sadly, in my view to much attention is paid to the later.
My wife told me the other day that I believe in an America that never was. Perhaps she is right. I often find myself looking into others faces, searching for some sense...some faith other than anger or fear, like one searches the faces at a reunion, for some reflection in which to measure ourselves.
The passion, often triumphs the will, but a life lived without both even for a moment is a loss, a wilderness. Purposeful action and reflexive events, inquiry and opportunity, choices abound yet remain out of grasp.
Someone once said “You remember just enough of Philosophy 101 to fuck you up for the rest of your life”.
Your Bill for the Day:
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
--From Macbeth (V, v, 19)
Quote of the Day:
In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities. In the expert's mind there are few.
Shunryu Suzuki
I remain, like a cheerful mosquito, feeding on the innocence and unexamined lives of others:
JQP (Zen Master)
posted by John Q. Public esq. at 2:20 AM
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