Implications, Consequences, Postulations and Posits... (75)
Which subject(s)? Those contained as germs of thoughts within the quotes you posted, or other by relation, or just meanderings?
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Where the f--k's my coffee...Sorry, that's as deep as it get's today.
Seriouly, my friend...Great thread! Sounds a bit like me.
Seriouly, my friend...Great thread! Sounds a bit like me.
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YewEye: Which subject(s)? Those contained as germs of thoughts within the quotes you posted, or other by relation, or just meanderings?
You're the respondent, so I suppose the choice would be yours. The overall quote or an individual segment or what either and/or both bring to mind. Surprise me.
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I would have moved away from the barnyard door. I would have shot at night only to know in my minds eye, I hit the stars. To see the arrows in the barnyard door would have shown me how short my aim was.
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The summaries aren't very engaging, but I wish your topic much luck and commentary...
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YewEye: The summaries aren't very engaging, but I wish your topic much luck and commentary...
Aw shucks! And I thought you were going to surprise me.
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A quote for you, Kansan, from a book read long ago in its original language, by an author not from this country:
“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He had never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures.”
“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He had never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures.”
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druidess6308: A quote for you, Kansan, from a book read long ago in its original language, by an author not from this country:
“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He had never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures.”
“I know a planet where there is a certain red-faced gentleman. He had never smelled a flower. He has never looked at a star. He has never loved any one. He has never done anything in his life but add up figures.”
Hmmm, a bit of a paradox. Both the best and the worst of existence when viewed from different perspectives. One can admire him without seaking to emulate him and can also feel for him without pitying him. Is he stuck or simply well settled?
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The_Kansan: My friend, Wonderworker, inadvertantly started me on this particular bent and so should probably be either flogged or flowered appropriately.
Two excerpts. Two authors, each well known in his own right, but perhaps not as widely read as other literary giants:
1st:
When I was daft as urchins are
And full of fairy lore
I shot an arrow at a star
And hit... the barnyard door.
I've shot at heaps of stars since then
And always it's the same;
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Sirius was my aim.
But I'll shoot starward as before
Tho' wide my arrows fall,
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Than never aim at all.2nd:
Two excerpts. Two authors, each well known in his own right, but perhaps not as widely read as other literary giants:
1st:
When I was daft as urchins are
And full of fairy lore
I shot an arrow at a star
And hit... the barnyard door.
I've shot at heaps of stars since then
And always it's the same;
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Sirius was my aim.
But I'll shoot starward as before
Tho' wide my arrows fall,
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Than never aim at all.2nd:
My take is never give up...maybe you'll reach your goal..maybe you won't, but at least you tried your darnedest.
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The_Kansan: Hmmm, a bit of a paradox. Both the best and the worst of existence when viewed from different perspectives. One can admire him without seaking to emulate him and can also feel for him without pitying him. Is he stuck or simply well settled?
The book speaks of a planet full of such adults, who understand nothing but money and appreciate nothing without knowing its value, for they just have no appreciation of beauty nor understanding of love. It appears to be a children's book, but in actuality many adults could learn a lot from reading it, and I believe it was aimed at them.
How well do you speak French? It is the language I read this book in a lifetime ago. I would now need to read the translated version.
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The_Kansan:
"It's a helluva' thing. When a man opens a book or fires a gun he has no idea what the affect will be or how far the shot will travel."
"It's a helluva' thing. When a man opens a book or fires a gun he has no idea what the affect will be or how far the shot will travel."
"By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled;
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard 'round the world."
(The American Revolutionary War)
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"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travellers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all the stars are silent. You--you alone--will have the stars as no one else has them--"
~From the same book.
I like this...I have the stars for their beauty alone. And I will always aim for them, even if my arrow always falls short.
~From the same book.
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The_Kansan: My friend, Wonderworker, inadvertantly started me on this particular bent and so should probably be either flogged or flowered appropriately.
Two excerpts. Two authors, each well known in his own right, but perhaps not as widely read as other literary giants:
1st:
When I was daft as urchins are
And full of fairy lore
I shot an arrow at a star
And hit... the barnyard door.
I've shot at heaps of stars since then
And always it's the same;
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Sirius was my aim.
But I'll shoot starward as before
Tho' wide my arrows fall,
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Than never aim at all.2nd:
So come on you deep thinkers and ponderers of the imponderable. Share your thoughts and ideas on the subject(s). I'm curious to know your take on these things...
Two excerpts. Two authors, each well known in his own right, but perhaps not as widely read as other literary giants:
1st:
When I was daft as urchins are
And full of fairy lore
I shot an arrow at a star
And hit... the barnyard door.
I've shot at heaps of stars since then
And always it's the same;
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Sirius was my aim.
But I'll shoot starward as before
Tho' wide my arrows fall,
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Than never aim at all.2nd:
So come on you deep thinkers and ponderers of the imponderable. Share your thoughts and ideas on the subject(s). I'm curious to know your take on these things...
I think that when this author described himself as daft, he was right.
To perpetuate the same idiocy is moronic, especially if he is expecting a different outcome.
From what I take out of this, he'd rather just be shooting at something than doing nothing, so he is doing something just for the sake of it, which is always a waste of time.
He is still in the same place repeating the same thing and will never be any further forward.
If we don't occasionally do something completely different, then we never learn anything and never move ahead. Sometimes moving ahead actually means sitting still and doing nothing...
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Oscar Wilde says it better than I can........
Ambition is the last refuge of the failure.
Ambition is the last refuge of the failure.
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druidess6308: The book speaks of a planet full of such adults, who understand nothing but money and appreciate nothing without knowing its value, for they just have no appreciation of beauty nor understanding of love. It appears to be a children's book, but in actuality many adults could learn a lot from reading it, and I believe it was aimed at them.
How well do you speak French? It is the language I read this book in a lifetime ago. I would now need to read the translated version.
How well do you speak French? It is the language I read this book in a lifetime ago. I would now need to read the translated version.
I speak French just well enough to know that I have no business ordering from the menu in a French restaraunt. lol
But again, when viewed from different perspectives it can be both best and worst. I heard of a man who lived to do one thing and one thing only and he did it very well, perhaps better than anyone else. Day after day after day, rain or shine the same task. People thought his life boring as hell and suggested a change. He said "Why would I want to give up something I've spent my life working on perfecting just to pursue something that I'll fail at for lack of experience?"
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I sometimes find that when I do something just for the sake of doing it, that it frees my mind to do other things. To paraphrase the end of an old saw; "...and who knows? Maybe, just maybe, the horse will learn to sing..."
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Random slings and arrows...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.
Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.
Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...
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Random slings and arrows...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.
Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.
Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...
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wonderworker: Random slings and arrows...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.
Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...
When I was a boy I once killed a songbird in flight with a
slingshot.When I released the stone I knew with the closest thing to certainty that I could never hit the poor creature and that my stone would only strike--ironically--the barn door.Then I picked up a handful of indigo and azure feathers and blood and I wept...
Implications and consequences...The man behind the child went on to far greater atrocities and evils.He harmed other songbirds, always supposing he did not mean to...Yet he loosed the stones.
The first excerpt sounds like A.E.Housman,but is not.What follows,is.
Stars,I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Heals not the primal fault,
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt...
Do you suggest, with this, that all we do is insignificant, and that all the implications and consequences of our actions are only important to an insignificant person in an insignificant time frame, that all our laughter and tears are but nothing in the grand scheme of things and we give them more importance than they deserve?
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Two excerpts. Two authors, each well known in his own right, but perhaps not as widely read as other literary giants:
1st:
When I was daft as urchins are
And full of fairy lore
I shot an arrow at a star
And hit... the barnyard door.
I've shot at heaps of stars since then
And always it's the same;
A barnyard door has mocked me when
Sirius was my aim.
But I'll shoot starward as before
Tho' wide my arrows fall,
I'd rather hit a big barn door
Than never aim at all.
2nd:
"It's a helluva' thing. When a man opens a book or fires a gun he has no idea what the affect will be or how far the shot will travel."
So come on you deep thinkers and ponderers of the imponderable. Share your thoughts and ideas on the subject(s). I'm curious to know your take on these things...