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Friday, October 16, 2020

Looking For Answers Above

The enigma of mind that seeks information and guidance above and beyond one's own perceptions puzzles me.  I try to reply to such questions with respect, compassion and rely on what suave elocution a man of my age ought to have.

"Duh, hamina hamina hamina." I reply suavely. Then Norma sends me a photo:

It's as if we are in submarines, needing to see what's on and over the surface. We want periscopes. Cats already have them.

There are admittedly some puzzles we can solve with guesswork and logic. Example: What is the chief commercial export of the Arctic?

Frozen fish, of course.

But other questions need Science: like what happens when sunlight strikes an atmosphere of water, methane, ammonia, in combination with molecular hydrogen and atomic helium floating around a rockbound planet?

Why, it causes Uranus to turn blue.

 For all other speculation, spiritual and otherwise, I confidently refer readers to one of my favorite C&W performers, Slim Whitman:


"When my life is through, and the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of it all... I'll tell them I remember you." 

[I'd like to dedicate this post to all who have suffered loss]

 

30 comments:

  1. The older I get, the more puzzles there are. Perhaps I thought I knew the answers when I was young. Now I have so many questions.

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    1. Dear Margaret, Understood, and agreed with, but sometimes those answers of my youth combine into instruction to inquire further.

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  2. This was a contemplative post. Is everything okay?

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    1. Dear Emma, I guess I'm ok but my onboard contemplator has been somewhat overburdened lately. Best wishes to you.

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  3. Ah, memories and periscopes... a good collection of memories helps one face the weather ahead, probably this is why kittens are often causing some kind of havoc? And cats often so confident?

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    1. Dear Lisa, yes, yes, yes and yes. However, as kittens mature, their retractable periscopic upper heads become invisible (consult top photo) but still function and inform their confidence.

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    1. Dear Janie, Wow! You elocute that phrase far more suavely than I. Must admit it's a frustration line I heard on the "Jackie Gleason Show/The Honeymooners" when I was a little boy. Good memories. And to you, a lovely future.

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  5. I couldn't help but wonder why Andy Kaufman was standing at the side of the stage with a microphone in his hand. But speaking of Looking for Answers Above, Judy-girl and I have taken to evening on the back patio at the cocktail hour gazing at the sky. We always saw one star come out before any others and assumed it was Venus. But then I learned from the Great Google that Venus rises in the West and this star was definitely in the South. A couple of nights ago I tuned into an online talk on the sky and learned that the Venus star was actually Jupiter and that it's companion which came out faintly a bit later was Scorpio. By the way, I love that Slim Whitman tune.

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    1. Dear Bruce, I've heard conflicting accounts on this but, without looking it up, I was taught that Jupiter presided in the Pantheon and Venus was his consort --even though planet Jupiter shines less brightly than less distant Venus. I happened to watch the variety show, hosted by Andy Kaufman, many years ago and was glad to find a bit of it on Youtube --especially the performance by Whitman. I love that song too.

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    2. I mis-spoke. Jupiter is first, followed by Saturn (not Scorpio) in the Southern Sky.

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    3. Bruce, there are so many heavenly bodies moving in the night sky, I don't know how they keep themselves organized. Those figuring in the Pantheon especially had a helluva time.

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  6. Hello, Geo. Sorry I haven't been around in a bit, but what a great post to return to. I do love black kittens and that is a sweet photo. My compliments to Norma.

    That Slim Whitman tune is one I remember from my childhood. Thank you for posting it.

    I hope things are okay there. Have you been under threat from the wildfires? I grieve for California.

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    1. 0_dear_Jenny, so long as rain evades our State we are still under threat of wildfires. I live amid a loose assortment of 4 houses surrounded by dry fields (owned by a foreign conglomerate that doesn't give a damn). We mow firebreaks around our properties and have been safe so far. In the little house 100 feet east --our closest neighbors, and longtime friends-- the whole family was wiped out by covid-19 in August. Fire is a lesser concern.
      Relayed your kind compliment to Norma. She glowed. And yes, Slim Whitman totally nailed that tune to the human pageant.

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    2. Oh, Geo. - my heart goes out to you and to your neighbors' remaining family, if any - what an awful thing to happen. Just heartbreaking. I'm so sorry.

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    3. Dear Jenny, your concern is much appreciated. Our next-door tragedy is playing out around the world. Stay safe, please. You're important.

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  7. Geo - the enigma of life becomes increasingly daunting and infuriatingly persistent as I grow older. All the things I once considered fact have dissolved into puddles of illusion and confusion.

    In essence, I am more perplexed now than ever. And my optimism and carefree spirit has vanished. I've become bitter, depressed, and seem to have lost my soul.....

    Sorry for being so gloomy. Despite my foul mood, I'm sending sunshine and positive thoughts to you and Norma.

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    1. Dear Jon, I know the difference between illusion and disillusion is an unstable precipice. When we're young we can tumble no end of down and land on our feet, climb back up. But now we feel for tremors and try to predict the new contour. California metaphor, I admit, but you spent 30 years here and know quakes. I have just finished reading "Love Letters to Ghosts" for the 2nd time. There is nothing wrong with your soul, Jon --neither is it lost.

      Thoughts well-received by Norma and me, and wished to you in kind.

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  8. And are not the answers to the deep questions usually right in front of us anyway?

    And this is what cats are here to teach us in the end: Dude, nothing's really that complicated. Take a nap. You'll feel better.

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    1. Dear Squid, I believe you've nailed it. In 1968, an answer to a question so deep I'd despaired of solving it appeared right in front of me. I married her.

      As to cats, you're also correct. I now nap as I did not before --they approve. But I've never mastered purring. Working on it.

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  9. I am praying for you and your family.

    God bless.

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    1. Dear Victor, I could not ask for a kinder gesture. Thank you.

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  10. Like some others, I also wondered if everything was OK, Geo, but then we all get into these contemplative moods. I enjoyed the song clip and, of course, that sent me on a search for who first recorded the tune and when. It was recorded by Frank Ifield in 1962 and reached #42 on popular song charts, so of course, I had to listen to that version as well. You have increased my musical knowedge.

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    1. Dear Beatrice, Brava! You may have noticed my quote-in-post of the lyric reads "...if I recall the thrill of IT all..." recalls the Ifield version over Whitman's "...thrill of THEM all". It reflects my divided preference between workable lyric and superior performance. Both artists were phenomenal.

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  11. I wish that I would not be able to remember but I do. She would be 34. Her name was Jennifer Rose. I was her mumme. She was my baby. I sing this song to her many times. Love, cat. https://youtu.be/2j45A3yxq3w

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    1. Dear Cat, Vladimir Gershanov's lyric is very moving,"Я бы нанял плотника". I think I know which carpenter is meant. My condolences and respects.

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  12. I figure if the goddess needed me to know anything important, she'd leave me a note.

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  13. Memories, tender or sad, are time benders. Sometimes we need that journey.

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    1. Thanks Tom. That journey, yes, it would be impossible to navigate time without memories. Sometimes I still wake at 5 a.m. certain I must be at work in an hour, then remember retiring 11 years ago. We can rely on habit only so far before we reexamine memory, make new paths and routines --examine 5a.m. and realize there is no such hour.

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