BACK TO THE PLANET OF THE APES

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BACK TO THE PLANET OF THE APES

Many of my friends with whom I have enjoyed the convenience of cellular conversations, no longer answer when I call; they tell me I should text. The result is that I have fewer cellular conversations.

 

Texting is not a replacement for speech; it is in fact, a threat to spoken vocabulary. We all possess several vocabularies. The most limited of these sub-categories is Text Language which is the smallest of them all. TL is quickly replacing our reporting vocabulary, our reading vocabulary and our conversational vocabulary, all of which until recently were for most people our largest vocabularies.

 

The smart phone is returning us to a Planet of the Apes.

 

Note: I had an emergency surgery yesterday on my right hand. I had an ugly, rapid growth squamous cell interfering with the use of  my right hand. I shall return On October 1 2014.

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BUFFALO BILL KILLS A FLY AND A GNAT WITH A SINGLE SWAT *

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*There were no pigeons around.

On display for all to see who were able,

”It is eye”

Said the natty, gnat, gnat on the nose of the fly

Who was perched on the nose of an irritable guy; “Take that”.

And the irritable man, he swatted away

At the fly on his nose,

And the gnat (there he goes),

As his world went awry, said “goodbye”.

 

And the irritable man with the tie in his hand

Completed the Windsor knot.

And tucking at this and that around the collar until satisfied that “handsome is as handsome does”

(He loved this tie a lot),

Except for the spot

Where the fly had landed.

So happy he was that the fly was now gone. (the fly never really knew what hit him on the return approach).

The gnat by the way, was just that, In The Way.

And the hand of the man went SWAT once again

And returned to the view in the glass in the lav

And perfected the knot in his Brooks Brothers tie and said “Dang,

I’m a handsome man.”

 

LIVE SERVE MOVE ALONG

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Competitive spirit, the will of the weak
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Of proof.
Wasted moments of life without purpose
Uncomfortably
Long of tooth.

So where are they now; What purpose was served
What evidence
Did survive?
(Arms out. Now walk. Now jump up and down.
Replicate
Signs of Life.)

Competitive spirit; no more to be seen.
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Gone.
Service to Other; a life now with purpose
Confidence second to
None
Life again moving
Along.

 

 

THE HOUND OR THE HIGH GROUND

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THE HOUND OR THE HIGH GROUND.

 

When my body is experiencing pain I can run for the medicine cabinet and search for something to kill that pain. I can swallow that pill; the pain will subside; and the cause of the pain will now be free to continue doing the damage that causes the pain in the first place.

When my body is hot with fever, again I can run for the medicine cabinet. The aspirin will lower the temp and with it the white count. Would I not have employed a healthier choice by deciding to soak in a hot bath and keep that healing, white count high?

And when I am afraid, do I attempt to overcome the fear or to seek safety.

Shall I run from the HOUND or seek HIGH GROUND?

I was once addicted to alcohol; did I quit drinking or did I acquire sobriety?

All of LIFE is what WE THINK IT TO BE.

There is no escape from pain. There is no escape from ague. There is no escape from fear itself EXCEPT ON HIGH GROUND.

REACH FOR IT. SHARE IT.

FORGET THE PAST; EXPECT NOTHING OF THE FUTURE.

ACCEPT THE LOVE AND PASS IT ON.