During College: I had little money for "new stuff" and had great fun at 2nd hand stores. Cast off treasures. Had new comforters, mugs, dish sets gave to grand nieces and nephews - before they became consumers - they had sticker shock wanting all new, they used my old stuff until paychecks grew. Old do-over rooms in nice aunt stella furniture they wish they had kept. Heirlooms - my mom and grandma's stuff - they learn as they age that old is legacy. i wonder who to leave the best of my stuff to.m: jewlery, designer perfumes, hat collection - Grandson first - nephews and nieces from hometown, if they want it. Paintings and electronics to grandson, furniture clothes - Call Goodwill. My library? Hmmm...books signed by authors - may send to library in home town. My ashes will smile.
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Old is vintage - cannot find it now under a grand or two. Generations will look back and learn.
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If I may : ): The worst thing that ever happened to us, as humans, was being able to know what is happening a 1000 miles away. Probably even a 100 miles away is just too much, most of the time.
It's not all bad, as we get to enjoy each other's writings and shared discussions, here. That's wonderful. I've also met people from half way around the world, literally, as a result of the cables and satellites. But, perhaps we'd be so much better off without knowing the rest of it. Every report of a disaster that's out of my hand's reach to help withh, I wonder what's the point of knowing? It drags down my energy, when there are little things of substance and joy I can involve myself in right around me.
I've strong feelings about much of what has been touched on here. Yet, there's zero chance that what I think is going to change what ever the hell is going to happen. So I quickly observe (perhaps still more than I should) and move on. Because I can't change these issues being decided by people in mansions far away, but I could plant a bush that can feed area butterflies for the next 50 years. I could go into town and help the pantry serve food to the growing number of hungry people. A 100% chance that these things help this little piece of the world. It's small, but it's something. Knowing too much about the rest of the world seems to only serve to kill those efforts. At least, to me, it appears that way.
Wow: I totally forgot I had written this one. Thanks for reviving it, for me (and, as much, for your thoughts). Reading it now, I'd not realized I'd penned such strong words on our desire to fiddle along the ledge of destruction rather than just make the full jump, back then. I can hear my age at the time, in it, reading anew, for sure heh.
Futility certainly does seem to be our central theme as civilizations. Maybe not so much as individuals, on a case by case basis, but as a unit, I've little doubt. No doubt, actually ; )
Love this: "All life long collect / what was deemed / valuable at the time." Great line to throw out there at the start and reel in us fish. Are we collecting for tomorrow, or for yesterday? Are we collecting lasting meaning, or dopamine hits? Are we building ourselves, or an identity around us which crumbles on a whim - the "geared-up" sports fan whose team - a big business - leaves town and "takes their heart with them" or perhaps the person with books written celebrating their chosen political parties "heroes" and then the country collapses, the party no more. Clothes that make us "cool" till they go out of style (very quickly, at that), and then we must again buy being cool (how conveinent for profits). A house that's too big with a lawn that does little except to pump up the water bill, to show we've "made it". Even the oversized casing for our things, quite often, is in the spirit of a 'collectible', itself.
In some ways, the Amish have it right. I've seen many garage sales out my way, but never an Amish one, despite living next to such a community. They have more room for memories and growth, productivity, in that way. Perhaps, where they are mistaken is the narrowness of opinion, which in it's own way stymies some of that growth.
Per garage sales and collectibles, I love the way you sign off. "..as a valuable in a second / hand collectible center." An intergenerational culture ensues, however fruitless.
Thank you. I am now in a: Thank you. I am now in a rehab center trying to recover from this latest downturn. I appreciate your kind words and the prayers.
What do you do? You get people to focus on culture issues: ..rather than class issues, when you're oligarchy. ; )
Always well set up. Some people were fleeing the duopolic voting system, enter cultural issues that ultimately probably won't change at all, but will draw people back into the system come November. Revolution canceling.
Everyone In A War: Scars last until death for wounded, winners or losers, and the combattants who survive run the world after the treaty signing. Humans are heiarchal and instinctvely form groups for safety. Very cave woman. More is never enough, power comes with massive wealth, ugly greed follows. Social levels: castes, class, empires to peasants organize to perpetuate wealth and resourse accumulation. Homo Sapiens evilved from hunter/seekers inti killer/takers. Human life loses value vs. the filled stronghold. Wizards bedazzle the followers and the fool fighters who protect he hive. Queens have cake dreams. .
The Chinese dynasties lasted centuries - we rose exponentially from the dream of steam engines, later gas/oil And will crash too due to rising greed of the forgotten and enslaved. Cars, trains, electricity, planes, guns and micro chips created the neo-dynasties. That is human nature - to own the sky, space, seas, stuff, land, and other people. Having been once owned, the children can get in line behind 4 centuries of horror leaving scars. We suck at compassion. And empathy. To enact and enforce no wars you would have to murder half the world's people, and hold a gun on the survivors to assure compliance. Blood and dominance, death and scars purchase civilization bubbles that always burst. Tough sell: nice. Especially with oil and gas wars heating up.
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The ultimate yard sale. Your: The ultimate yard sale. Your innovative and strikingly witty "Cosmic Bulletin" tells a story and offers some first-rate comic relief. The last line is a hoot!
It's encouraging that you're writing again. I hope that means you're feeling better. Sending prayers and positive thoughts your way.
You have them! You are: You have them! You are greatly valued by this community. Thank you for letting us know how you're doing. Peace, comfort and every blessing.
So glad I didn't miss this: So glad I didn't miss this one. A casual voice carries some killer metaphors and a theme that's instantly relatable, and the result is just . . . amazing. I love those down-to-earth details, that seamless flow and your daring wordcrafting:
"cornered dunces swimming
in galactic amniotic fluid, staring back at you,
writing wholesome cliff notes about your departure,"
Wow! Way to stun and shine.
"Adam and Steve": I howled. Circular argument I recall from Rhetorical Logic. Futility as a theme. Hmmmm... Pro life/warrior. nice irony. Each generation rises from the ashes if the one previous searching for the new thing not under any sun. ~A~