The day after the day after the day after the day after and the huffing and puffing of the blameblather tsunami just rolls on. In the end, even if nobody wants to admit it, “anybody who can pick up a frying pan owns death.”
The day after the day after the day after the day after and the huffing and puffing of the blameblather tsunami just rolls on. In the end, even if nobody wants to admit it, “anybody who can pick up a frying pan owns death.”
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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A man holding a gun is a moral agent.
No morals? That is a very bad situation, then.
They try to wear you down, to make you feel infirm.
Old.
Tired.
Weak.
Remember when you were a kid, that trick that showed
They got you by the nose,
Got you by the beak?
Have you ever really thought about evil?
Evil has the unique privilege of condemning itself and thereby increasing its own stature.
Here’s how Evil does it. First, Evil take something (or someone) that is good or bad and declare it to be a solution. It is better if you start with something good, but anything will work.
Next, Evil entices, coerces, or whatever it takes to cause the thing to become less good. Over time, Evil incrementally moves the thing farther towards evil. If Evil can take it all the way to evil, then that is the best.
Eventually, the maturing evil thing will do something or cause something so evil that the whole world will cry out in unison that it is evil.
When it reaches this point, Evil has succeeded. Evil can then stand up and declare louder than all the rest, “It is evil!”
Evil is then free to propose another solution and repeat the process.
That’s the privilege of evil.