We are at once the oldest we’ve ever been & the youngest we’ll ever be. To live the magic of that dualism, to notice it & honor it, is the difficulty.
by joshua heineman ( about cb )
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A line often & erroneously attributed to Camus, “Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?” becomes a dicey proposition after six in the evening.
Astonishingly. ”So, I read poetry. The aforementioned poem is a favorite, as is anything from “The Gift” by Hafiz (don’t surrender your loneliness so quick/let it cut deeper). There is “Letters from Saint Francis” by Joshua Heineman: In love like long rambling walks with no destination – Teach me that language. Run out my weakness on the roads of history stretched out to infinity & still arriving… I will devour anything that says what I seemingly cannot, at least not yet.”
I want to be a tall building, not a man in the street…
to be built for a purpose by a powerful being.
Duration: momentary. Nature: changeable. Perception: dim. Condition of Body: decaying. Soul: spinning around. Fortune: unpredictable. Lasting Fame: uncertain. Sum Up: The body and its parts are a river, the soul a dream and mist, life is warfare and a journey far from home, lasting reputation is oblivion.
( written in traditional [!!] Greek by a Roman emperor )
- Manager (displeased): ... I keep telling him.
- Checkout Woman (annoyed): Who, Lloyd?
- Manager: No, Lloyd was there. That checkout. He'd listen. I don't have these kinds of problems w/him.
- Checkout Woman (laughing, still annoyed): You got it backward. Again.
- Manager: I don't think so.
- Checkout Woman: Yeah, you do. Lloyd was on that line tonight.
- Manager: This checkout?
- Checkout Woman: It was Frank over there. Frank is his own man.
- Manager (pointing): No, no. It goes you, Lloyd, Frank. Right?
- Checkout Woman (pointing): Frank, Lloyd.
- Me: Frank Lloyd Wright!
- Manager: ...
- Checkout Woman: ...
- Me: Can I pay for this stuff?