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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Back On The Train

One thing I have learned from my pen-pal, Jon,  is if I lose confidence in myself, I have set the whole universe against me:
"And life without confidence will completely destroy you" --Jon(Click here) 

And Jon is absolutely right (he's most always right, darn it).

Havelock Ellis wrote, "The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum." So I have got back onto the train. I don't know if there's a difference yet.

I do know that moving along --in time and space-- requires one to think rationally despite what medical science pumps into one.  We are all of us time machines. We navigate a grand continuum and must be sane --medicine can help, but we must all beware of political bloviation --noble words that conceal an insult to humankind, all ethnicities, all faiths and phenotypes. 

We must all be aware of what the necessarily entropic mechanisms of time and space throw at us --accidents, illnesses, erosion of confidence. These are unavoidable products of time-travel. 

For example, we had a perfectly awful civil war in this country --my relatives fought on both sides of it-- and I hardly think we need another one. However, there are those who have abandoned government by discussion and think we do.

I realize I don't usually rant, and must apologize,  but I'm newly growing old, and not used to seeing myself disappear inch by inch --it is too cruel (don't try this at home). I will hold onto our memories, love and liberty as long as I can.

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  1. I find myself doing the same. All I can do is keep hoping that it won't last,

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    1. Dear first responder Emma, I emphatically share your hope. The country must get better, the world must. It is made of us.

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  2. Sometimes ranting, like fear, is a perfectly rational response.
    Heartfelt hugs.

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    1. Dear EC, It was Bertrand Russell who suggested we make our interests wider and more impersonal until the ego recedes and life merges with universal life. I don't know what it means either, but I'm very curious --also appreciative of hugs.

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  3. I like the thought of all of us being time machines, Geo. Framed in such a manner, we should all feel a bit more happy with our travel worn hulls.

    I hope your summertime medical adventures are not wearing you down too much. Resist the wearing down, my friend! Safe travels, eh?

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    1. Thanks, Jenny. I'm definitely due for an overhaul and will in all my best obey you.

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  4. Day by day, more fear and less confidence seems to erode us all. I thought I lived in a better place but I see it slipping away and my heart aches. However, like those young boys in the cave, we cannot give up hope. Out from the darkness, there is light. More hugs from me, dear Geo.

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    1. Positive attitude much appreciated, Arleen --and hugs!

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  5. Getting old stinks but I still enjoy the time travel and don't want it to stop just yet so I guess I'll just have to get older...Everyone else is just going to have to smarten up.

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    1. Delores, I've had only had sporadic serious threats to getting older, but constantly need smartening. The company of good minds like yours really helps.

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  6. Espero que vuelvas por el blog siempre que lo desees.

    Gracias

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    1. Y mi agradecimiento a ti, ANNA. Te extiendo la misma invitación.

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  7. This too shall pass. I keep telling myself, "this too shall pass." I've given up trying to salve others' agonies. Except on Fridays.

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    1. Fridays are defensible, Bruce. I've always thought so and have advocated more of them in the week. There is a fundamental compassion in the concept of Fridays that should rightly displace other days --beginning with Monday.

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  8. Without uncertainty there can be no leaps of faith, but one does not always want to be leaping. Sometimes a cup of tea and a biscuit are far preferable. xx

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    1. Happily, we are not constantly leaping leapers but sometimes it is unavoidable. Confidence lets leapers land less like lead.

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  9. My relatives fought and suffered on both sides as well during WW2 … I never forget my dad's Christmas story … by some river the 2 enemies were eye balling each other on some Dec 24th and both sides decided for a seize fire for a couple of hours for the sake of Christmas night … My dad remembers hearing songs sung on both sides of that river and grown men crying … but shortly after that a granate went off, killed his friend and ripped dad's foot to shreds … He was transported home after that, which prolly saved his lfe … My grandmother died on the train to some camp … I never liked trains much anyway … Ya … Anyway … Love, cat.

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    1. Thanks, Cat. You describe a soul-wrenching tableau that is somewhat familiar --the loneliness, danger, longing for family and peace. My father was 30 when he went to war. He lived until I was 10. We took many train rides together.

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  10. Indeed, we are as David said like "mists." It seems we are all on the road to mystery.
    Do not apologize, at least to me. I don't consider your thoughts a "rant." They are an honest and expressive rune. I think it is time for people to speak honestly and with thoughtfulness. Thank you.

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    1. Most kind, Tom. The road to mystery is enshrouded. It's one reason I climbed back onto the train.

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  11. Your words aren't a rant, dude. They're full of heart and intelligence. If you didn't care so much, you wouldn't be so alarmed. Goes with the territory. Like others have said, "This too shall pass." Breathe in and breathe out and sip a beer in the garden shade. And be well.

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    1. Breathing and beer are two of my favorite things --a prescription I'll definitely follow! Thanks, Susan!

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