Saturday, May 22, 2004
Laughter, tears, pain and death. 
"Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone"
(that is so, true.)
Slight variations:
"Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and you blow your nose"
(also true, but less meaningful than the first)
"Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry ,and the whole world laughs at you"
(also true, sadly, so)
"If the world learned to laugh more, it would have less time to kill."
- Michael Levy
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"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts. "
Charles Dickens
"There are times when God asks nothing of his children except silence, patience and tears. "
C.S. Robinson
"And weep the more, because I weep in vain. "
Thomas Gray
"And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep. "
Lord Byron
"Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and that must be Our chastisement or recompense. "
Percy Bysshe Shelley
"The salvation of the world is in man's suffering."
William Faulkener
"Be patient, my soul: thou hath suffered worse than this."
Thomas Holcraft
"Call no man happy till he is dead. "
Aeschylus
"Pain is no longer pain when it is past. "
Margaret J Preston
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Parenting and time saving Tip!
Be efficient with your time!
(I believe in multi-tasking!)
I'm almost as expert as this parenting thing as Dr Dobson!
(and I'm inexpensive!)
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Should I thank his popness I don't talk French?! Methinks Not!
Apparently, according to Wylie's History of the Reformation, the language of Provencal spoken in France, could yet have been the European language of Christendom, if not for Popish intervention! Should we be grateful. (read below)The Albigenses and other sects springing up at her door were more dangerous foes of the Papacy than the Saracens of the distant East. For a while the Popes saw with comparative indifference the growth of these religious communities; they dreaded no harm from bodies apparently so insignificant; and even entertained at times the thought of grafting them on their own system as separate orders, or as resuscitating and purifying forces. With the advent of Innocent III., however, came a new policy. He perceived that the principles of these communities were wholly alien in their nature to those of the Papacy, that they never could be made to work in concert with it, and that if left to develop themselves they would most surely effect its Crusades against the Albigenses overthrow. Accordingly the cloud of exterminating vengeance which rolled hither and thither in the skies of the world as he was pleased to command, he ordered to halt, to return westward, and discharge its chastisement on the south of Europe.
Let us take a glance at the region which this dreadful tempest is about to smite. The France of those days, instead of forming an entire monarchy, was parted into four grand divisions. It is the most southerly of the four, or Narbonne-Gaul, to which our attention is now to be turned. This was an ample and goodly territory, stretching from the Dauphinese Alps on the east to the Pyrenees on the south-west, and comprising the modern provinces of Dauphin?, Provence, Languedoc or Gascogne.
But better things than poetry and feats of mimic war flourished here. The towns, formed into communes, and placed under municipal institutions, enjoyed no small measure of freedom. The lively and poetic genius of the people had enabled them to form a language of their own?namely, the Proven?al. In richness of vocables, softness of cadence, and picturesqueness of idiom, the Proven?al excelled all the languages of Europe, and promised to become the universal tongue of Christendom.
No, I don't think gratitude is a word I could readily bring to mind, when thinking of the Papacy. Corruption, power hungry and several other adjectives, (well that term is a guess... it could be a noun..but tis one of those words..sheesh... I ain't brain of Britain you know!) Including Anti-Christ!
But as I was reading this, was reminded of a U.K. TV programme of about ten years ago, based on the Book called "A year in Provence" it was a hoot. Tho was said to be the biggest disaster for the BBC in recent memory. It had a top line up of big names in it, yet most people blanked it. But I recall this one, of a goat going into a French store, and Roy Orbison singing Pretty Woman was playing on the radio, and the goat caused havoc. It was probably too tame for most people which is maybe why it wasn't a hit. But I liked it. But then I like odd things. But that was also set in the town of Province in France. While the writer of the book and his wife and their dogs spent a year there while he wrote a book.
But, as for ever having a feeling of gratitude with my dislike for the French that we dont' now all talk French... well, I'm sorry, but that would be a lot of Papal Bull! 
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Lobotomize and Lies (sp intentional)
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Lobotomize! 
How most of us place our phsyical and mental well-being into the care of health professionals, has often led to disasterous results for many folks. Something like this, 
(now they give our kids ritalin) many, many years ago, when older would probably lead to a surgical procedure called a lobotomy and the new psychiactric drugs which may have fewer adverse affects, have only just started to be prescribed. And the ones before those, which ran from the 1950's up until the last five years, had the same affect as a chemical lobotomy, and the affects of those drugs can be as far reaching, and irreversible as the surgical procedure above.
I'm still ponderizing this through, amongst many other things this evening, and may say more later when its finally arrived in my brain in "full" mode. Cos owing to the chemical kosh,, most things take longer to get there these days.
But the whole scenario, and I don't deny people suffere mental torment, emotional anguish, etc, but whatever the scenario, anything llike the above mentioned is so far removed from natural things, and in the order of God's creation, its beyond words.
If I said what was in my heart tonite, through frustration and alot of other things, I would be ungracious so won't. But those drugs are one of the most unnatural forms of medicine today, and they will lead people to be anything but "normal" the rest of their lives. Not just in their minds and bodies, but in the whole of life scenario.
So I start the revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head
Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait, she knows its too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away, but don't look back in anger I hear you say
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
At least not today
Full Lyrics
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Monday, May 17, 2004
I guess this would be the real meaning of the term, "dog tired". I'm outta here! to do the same as the puppy. Minus the wrinkles of course!
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