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Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
Gerard Van der Leun
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Bill puts a different perspective on this whole thing. Certainly not what we are getting from rabid reporters at White House briefings.
Why are we not supposed to encounter others?
Why are some allowed to encounter others?
Does the virus discriminate between the allowed and the unallowed?
Does anyone know anyone directly that has this virus?
Not hearsay, not even by one step. Directly.
Are we being scammed?
At what point do things go back to normal?
This is normal.
Here’s a Strategy, stated as a series of Objectives:
1. Destroy the ability of Democrats to steal the next election.
2. In next election, retain Presidency, wipe out Democrats in House and Senate.
3. Clearly identify for the American people that China and the Media are existential threats.
4. In consultation with the American people, determine which is Enemy #1.
5. Emasculate #1.
6. Emasculate #2.
Flawed? Propose a better one!
Call Martial Law already. Get the whole thing over with.
Trump will not take full power till he does declares Martial Law.
He never was was going to obtain full power without Martial Law.
At the very least Trump declaring Martial Law at this point is the best choice of all choices. It would not be worse than what TFUSA is now. I no longer see what needs saving of the construct of administrative tyranny they turned our Republic into.
Asides from that, that was Her job, the one they they thought she could never lose.
Besides, I just figure, creative destruction, hard love, whatever, I want to see what would happen.
At this point as She said, “what does it matter.” Good point.
They where never going to lay down their globo=pedo agenda and go away, play nice just because MAGA. Who here actually believed they would?
Poetic justice for Deplorable’s.
We are screwed ordered Liberty wise anyways, it’s simple Liberty now you got to be concerned with, better the devil you know declaring Martial Law than the other alternative of a coup, thats where this is aimed at, and guns, our guns, it was always about guns, all this extra is a fucking circus, and bread… might as make the whole thing worth it, it needs to burn to the ground, it’s as the axiom presents, nothings so bad it ain’t good for something.
Martial Law by the God Emperor would change the whole dialectic of 4th Generation War. It is a defining thing. Tilts many elements in favor of the dirt people.
After all, it is us dirt people who ever effect positive change in this world.
There is no one else. And that is as it should be.
There’s gonna be a fight.
We are the ones we are waiting for.