Potential words or legitimate…
As yet unused in-intimate…
Refused, unused and somewhat confused…
As the poet who shared this sentiment.
THE OBJECTIVE POINT OF VIEW
Yes, I know; the OXYMORONIC information contained in the title of this article is obvious. But consider these if you will:
Those who vote rhetorically are not voters but doters.
Those who choose sides are not choosers but losers.
Those who seek solutions lead by default.
Those who seek to lead are at fault.
Those who TAKE steps to discover themselves are eager to share their discoveries.
Those who OBEY steps lose themselves and are eager to enforce their new rules.
Oddly, members of either group would probably agree with these words and defend them.
Rulekeepers say that Pathfinders lack discipline and have a serious ego problem.
Pathfinders say that Rule Keepers are bullies and have a serious ego problem.
Is either group right? Is either group wrong?
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A MOMENT IN TIME
(A conversation between Xero Aticus
and the Psychedelic Toad.)
XERO: G’morning Psycho; what time is it?
PSYCHO: G’morning Xero; g’bye.
XERO: What’s with you and your morning manners?
PSYCHO: Do you see a watch on my tiny toad wrist?
XERO: I was referring to our last conversation.
PSYCHO: Last? How can we have had our last conversation? We are talking aren’t we? Geesh, this could go on forever.
XERO: That’s what I meant; how much time is there?
PSYCHO: Till what? Forever? The end of Forever?
XERO: Yeah, whadda you think?
PSYCHO: We passed it up, Xero; we’re starting over.
XERO: Cool, so what time is it?
Time for all purposes is measured two ways; the way we experience it and the way we remember it.
If you find yourself complaining that life is going too fast as you age I’m guessing that you need to get our head out of Your Past and open Your Present.
Our minds when in use, think in Real Time just as they did during our first year as guests on Planet Earth as we crawled about looking for a way to rise to our feet and better understand our environment.
Fear drives us to reminisce in search of better times. We hope as we do so that somehow this will build us back up and supply us with a new vigor, increased courage, as aids to facing the problems which threaten our current feelings of safety.
We must stay in the present as much as possible.
This, not That.
This is where Life is.
This is the secret to staying young.
Lets live it.
Lets Accept The Love and Pass it on.
THE XEROIC RESPONSE TO FEAR
(A conversation between Xero Aticus
and the Psychedelic Toad.)
PSYCHO: So tell me XERO, what is it that you fear the most?
XERO: Nada, zilch, double zilch.
PSYCHO: What rhymes with zilch?
XERO: You’re changing the subject.
PSYCHO: It’s my subject. It was I who asked you what you fear; it was I who asked you what rhymes with zilch. The answer is filch, which I believe is a word for theft, which is what you are doing when you beat around the bush.; you’re stealing your own identity…
So tell me; what are the four things you fear the most?
XERO: Why four?
XERO: Okay, okay.
XERO: Four things?
XERO: Okay I’ve got it.
XERO: Toads don’t say “ribbet”; that’s the language of frogs.
XERO: The four things are…
XERO: Baptists, Muslims, Republicans and Democrats.
XERO: Them too.
XERO: Not afraid of Librarians.
PSYCHO: Why is that, XERO?
XERO: It’s okay with them if I think.
PSYCHO: Aren’t you a Lutheran?
XERO: I am.
PSYCHO: Why’s that?
XERO: Martin Luther was a Librarian in his spare time.
“The human brain is an unstoppable piece of machinery that from birth to death whirrs out text and imagery at unfathomable rates of speed. Perhaps the Creative among us are not Truly Creative at all.
Those of us who are blessed with a thoughtful, interested audience may only possess the ability to quickly spot and recognize a new idea, to focus on that idea and with brush or pen, to create an original expression of that idea.”
My first retail store was located in Scottsdale AZ, a DYS picture frame shop. For the first few years this store was the only such business in North Scottsdale. It was a fun way to earn a few bucks.
There was an artist, a bit of a late bloomer, who often arrived as our doors opened, paintings in hand, her painted canvasses from the art classes she was taking at Scottsdale Community College.
Her work was horrible. She couldn’t draw a straight line with a yard stick.
At first she tried framing her own work but her uncooperative thumbs (ten as I recall) helped her to decide that a more professional craftsman would know the best solutions.
I and my team framed many of her works over the years; her work improved and we adapted to her enthusiastic, wolfish tenacity..
I gave her a biography one day, of Pablo Picasso. The first chapter described little Pablo, who, acting on his father’s advice, went to the garden, chose a flower and drew it.
He drew that floral beauty dozens of times until his hand seemed to have a mind of its own. He had begun with the expectation of becoming a slave to perfection, learning instead that the appearance of the finished work depended upon purpose and he developed the practice of rendering several very different impressions of his subject.
Having been influenced by that same chapter during my own childhood I had successfully practiced the same technique and wondered if this might be of some help to our friend. She gratefully emulated Picasso’s example on a daily basis and the quality of her work seemed to grow .
She told me one day that a major gallery in New York City wanted to manage her career; She was moving to The Big Apple; within a few years I began to see her work turn up on the walls of homes gracing the pages of Architectural Digest and American Artist.
Like the lady I just described and like many artists, I was not born with the ability to draw or sing or play the piano. I arrived with curiosity. I was born with questions afloat in my head. My earliest infantile experiments were well under way as I rose for my first step and fell again to my knees.
Whenever I hear someone describe themselves as lacking creativity, I become instantly sad. I mourn because I recognize the pain that this kind of affirmation causes.
Daily descriptions of what we perceive as our limitations, render these ideas into nightmares and the nightmares into shame, blame and often violence.
I have a few standard quips for those who regularly repeat such ideas about themselves but being a part of my memorized repertoire these “standard” retorts seem to lack credibility.
As for myself, it has been awhile since waking at 2:00 AM with the dream-words spilling from my lips, “Lee you dumb-shit-you did it again.”