Saturday, 26 March 2016

Some Facts Of Life

I agree with the sentiment as expressed by Thomas Jefferson that, not only in regards to the judicial branch of our federal government but the legislative and executive branches as well, to, quote, "Bind them down from mischief with the chains of the Constitution."  These Beltway Bozos need to learn some limitations.  And having said that, I also agree with the sentiment as expressed by that other of our illustrious Founding Fathers, James Madison, that, "If men were angels, no government would be necessary" - i.e., we wouldn't need the likes of constitutions.

However, at 'the end of the day' - so to speak - we are angels.  If but apprentice angels, in this realm of choice, duality, seeming separation from our basic natures. With some, however, being in the nature of fallen angels.  Who have, however, given the rest of us the benefit of the equivalent of the other blade of a pair of consciousness-raising scissors to help us cut our way through the Illusion, and get back to the state of our true being.  When we arrive at where we started, and know the place as if for the first time, to paraphrase the poet T.S. Eliot.*

So.  A work in progress is humankind.  And now - we're here.

Let's make the most of it.

'It': the experience.

The learning experience.


the Arrival.


it's graduation time.

Time, to celebrate.  And then

move on.

Ever, on.

Onward.  And upward.

Phototropic beings that we are.


*To be precise:

"We shall not cease from exploring, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."  Four Quartets, Sect. V.
   And to be even more precise - to give the poet his full due:

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple­tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half­heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always-
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in­folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.


The fire and the rose.  A rather fitting metaphor, that, methinks. And as my having referred to roses and thorns just previously.  And at this particular time.  In the green month, and the golden month, of this year.
   This particular year.

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