“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.”
_____ The Dreams of My Heart _____The dreams of my heart and my mind pass, Nothing stays with me long,But I have had from a child The deep solace of song;If that should ever leave me,Let me find death and stayWith things whose tunes Are played out and forgottenLike the rain of yesterday.~ Sara Teasdale (1884-1914)
Hello, Darkness, my old friend,I've come to talk with you againBecause a vision softly creepingLeft its seeds while I was sleepingAnd the vision that was planted in my brainStill remainsWithin The Sound of SilenceIn restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone'Neath the halo of a street lampI turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed byThe flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched The Sound of SilenceAnd in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe morePeople talking without speakingPeople hearing without listeningPeople writing songs that voices never shareAnd no one daredDisturb The Sound of Silence "Fools", said I, "You do not knowSilence like a cancer growsHear my words that I might teach youTake my arms that I might reach you"But my words, like silent raindrops fellAnd echoed in the wells of SilenceAnd the people bowed and prayedTo the neon god they madeAnd the sign flashed out its warningIn the words that it was formingAnd the sign said:"The words of the prophets areWritten on the subway wallsAnd tenement hallsAnd whispered in The Sound of Silence.~ Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel
Silence is all we dread.There's Ransom in a Voice ––But Silence is Infinity.Himself have not a face.~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
They’ll find me soonI know they willI need to be alone.Their nattering demands are shrill,They chill me to the bone.The thumping, bawling whining drone ––Persistent raucous blast ––Seeks each secret hiding place ––Shatters every caste.They’ll find me soon,I know they will,But till they do I’ll fight ––Eccentric –– lost ––But steeled against ––The Realm of Endless Night.~ FreeThinke (1982)
Hang tough, FT!
Swimming upstream against the tides of raw sewage that inundate us each day requires every ounce of failing strength I possess, FJ.That is why I so bitterly resent the Left –– and all the OTHER would-be tyrants who constantly bedevil us. They give us so much WORK to do, it takes valuable –– always fleeting –– time and energy away from pursuing Beauty and Truth in the realms of classical music, art, poetry and literature.I'm reminded of this quotation by John Adams:"I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce, and agriculture, in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
~ John Adams (1735-1826)I've been blest to be one of those privileged grandchildren of tough, hardworking, honest, decent, courgeous, highly productive forebears. I'm grateful, but at the same time I realize I could never measure up to the strength of character, purpose, courage, intergrity, and faith that motivated them. And that, I suspect, is why the battles and various levels of achievement outlined by Adams must pursued and fought over and over and over, because the lessons learned are too often lost with the coming of comfort, ease and pleasure. The "Happy Medium" seems ever elusive as we march along on the way to Georgia, doesn't it?
Indeed. We're fastly approaching another Age of Adams.
But Alas! Men of Adams's quality seem no longer to walk the earth. Perhaps The Second Coming?NAH! We'd ust butcher Him all over again. Haven't learned much in two-thousand years. Science and Technology have functioned as Twin PIED PIPERS leading us down the Garden Path, if you ask me.The search for PHYSICAL SOLUTIONS to SPIRITUAL PROBLEMS is bound to lead us straight into the Brambles - The Cesspit - or The Fiery Furnace.
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