“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
I know we re supposed to be susocius of Tesla, but I frankly love the IDEA of pioneering research attempting to find better, cleaner, more efficient ways to cart ourseves round, etc.
I generally hate modernity, becase it's to indiscriminate about what it embraces –– sort of like letting weeds, little clods of earth, a few roaches, and a worm or two get into the stewpot, but I am NOT a Luddite.
If the Luddite mentality had prevailed, we'd still be swining from tree o tree, or living in caves, or trying to wrest a living from an hospitable savannah and drinking mudy water somewhere with all the OTHER animals.
So, I wish Tesla every success, IF his efforts are honest, and not merely driven by a lust for power and acclaim.
IN HONOR OF MOTHER'S DAY, tODAY, SUNDAY MAY 12, 2019
_____ A Mother’s Prayer _____ _ Ask me not to tell it’s all right to Make yourself a slave to vice and sin, Or ignorance and laziness –– the blight to Talent’s promise of fulfillment in Hell of impotent inertia keeps Each child of God who all not work. Rising n my breast desire leaps Savagely in prayer that those who lurk Preying in the shadows n our youth Realize no hol n you, my child. Ardently I pray you’ll love the Truth, Yearn for the sublime and undefiled. Earning freedom is a mighty task. Reach for that, my child, it’s all I ask.
For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to quiet, And gave me roughage in my diet, And tucked me in my bed at eight, And clipped my hair, and marked my weight, And watched me as I sat and stood: That I might grow to womanhood To hear a whistle and drop my wits And break my heart to clattering bits.
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I know we
re supposed to be susocius of Tesla, but I frankly love the IDEA of pioneering research attempting to find better, cleaner, more efficient ways to cart ourseves round, etc.
I generally hate modernity, becase it's to indiscriminate about what it embraces –– sort of like letting weeds, little clods of earth, a few roaches, and a worm or two get into the stewpot, but I am NOT a Luddite.
If the Luddite mentality had prevailed, we'd still be swining from tree o tree, or living in caves, or trying to wrest a living from an hospitable savannah and drinking mudy water somewhere with all the OTHER animals.
So, I wish Tesla every success, IF his efforts are honest, and not merely driven by a lust for power and acclaim.
PS: You should check your email.
I have now, thanks.
...and I'm not very familiar with Tesla's bio, so I couldn't tell you how accurate this depiction is. I just enjoy the subject matter. :)
have a blessed weekend FJ! :)
You, too, Angel,
IN HONOR OF MOTHER'S DAY, tODAY, SUNDAY MAY 12, 2019
_____ A Mother’s Prayer _____
_
Ask me not to tell it’s all right to
Make yourself a slave to vice and sin,
Or ignorance and laziness –– the blight to
Talent’s promise of fulfillment in
Hell of impotent inertia keeps
Each child of God who all not work.
Rising n my breast desire leaps
Savagely in prayer that those who lurk
Preying in the shadows n our youth
Realize no hol n you, my child.
Ardently I pray you’ll love the Truth,
Yearn for the sublime and undefiled.
Earning freedom is a mighty task.
Reach for that, my child, it’s all I ask.
~ FreeThinke
A VIEW OF MOTHERHOOD FROM A WAYWARD DAUGHTER
_________ FULFILLMENT _________
For this my mother wrapped me warm,
And called me home against the storm,
And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,
And gave me roughage in my diet,
And tucked me in my bed at eight,
And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,
And watched me as I sat and stood:
That I might grow to womanhood
To hear a whistle and drop my wits
And break my heart to clattering bits.
~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
Happy Mother's Day, Franco!
Hope you're enjoying a respite from cares and woes somewhere in or near the Finger Lakes Region.
Beautiful up there in summer.
:)
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