There’s No Way!

A new Follower just reblogged this post, my post from March 2016. The new Follower’s timing was remarkably uncanny for this past week I’ve had, an exhausting pummeling upon me and my sometimes ridiculous loyalty and endurance with an increasingly CONSUMED world enslaved to communicating by unreliable electronic devices, their imperfect software/apps, via multiple distribution substations or towers, and IP-spooling for heavy traffic—something few people understand out of naivety—then have knee-jerk reactions when transmissions-receptions are not immediate or timely for their individual clocks. Sometimes I really, excruciatingly miss live talking over phones, but especially miss organic, human interaction face-to-face in this often hectic society. It seems it is a slow dying custom between humans these days, at least in a hyper-developed country such as ours. Twitter, Instagram, Android-iPhone texting, or Facebook messaging have replaced the multi-faceted intriguing(?) ways humans fully express themselves live to each other.

Why must we communicate with each other only through such inanimate, artificial, coldly inorganic electronic platforms/apps that are quite unreliable sometimes, limiting, or operate in ways SO MANY do not fully understand? Seriously, is everyone an electronic or software engineer? No, of course not. So try to step back for several minutes, an hour(?), to rethink what you may not be aware of during your emotional, rash but temporarily valid reaction and consider all variables outside of yourself. We modern humans trapped inside this monthly-changing technological Ghosts in the Machines just might not know every single significant factors in other’s lives. Show more humble patience. It’s what everyone deserves, and maybe some day, what you deserve one day. 🙂

Dwain the Professor's Convatorium

Anyone who has had to deal with manifested psychiatric-psychological disorders like manic bipolar disorder as well as/or clinical addiction, which often go hand-in-hand, then like me you can probably relate to and empathize about why this particular song* speaks volumes to me. It captures the intensity. It covers ALL of the mental and emotional ups and downs, successes and failures, that seem to be a never-ending saga of love, hope, destruction, beauty, anger, disappointment, joy, and most of all perseverance. I sometimes wonder if staying isn’t abnormal.

I live a chemical life
I’m on a mission to try
You went insane for a day
I’ll have to shove it away
My only option is gone
Smile as they break and they fall
You want a simpler life
You can’t erase what was mine

Even though it is human nature to often seek perfection and expect perfection, we eventually find that…

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Hallows Coming – Donne

From the previous post and continuing through November 1st, I am doing a Hallows theme. A life to death and death to life. These coming weeks, a season’s Hallow, to  “Día de Muertos” …the Day of the Dead when the living must dance with the dead.

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W - Nemo font_halloweenhen by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead
And that thou think’st thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feign’d vestal, in worse arms shall see;
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tir’d before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou call’st for more,
And in false sleep will from thee shrink;
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bath’d in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie
A verier ghost than I.
What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
Lest that preserve thee; and since my love is spent,
I’had rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
Than by my threat’nings rest still innocent.

John Donne, The Apparition

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Care to share your own favorites of fall and the season’s Hallows? Share your most spooky stories, special beloved celebrations, how you and/or your family decorate your home—pics will be required! What about meals or snacks prepared and enjoyed, or better still what astonishing events of paranormal activity have you experienced personally or heard from a close, good (dignified) friend! You have until November 1st to remember them and comment throughout this Hallows theme.

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Halloween breaker

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Hallows Coming – Dickinson

T - Nemo font_halloweenhe only Ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in Mechlin—so—
He wore no sandal on his foot—
And stepped like flakes of snow—
His mien, was soundless, like the Bird—
But rapid—like the Roe—
His fashions, quaint, Mosaic—
Or haply, Mistletoe—

Hoia Baciu Forest - Romania

His conversation—seldom—
His laughter, like the Breeze—
That dies away in Dimples
Among the pensive Trees—

Our interview—was transient—
Of me, himself was shy—
And God forbid I look behind—
Since that appalling Day!
Emily Dickinson, The Only Ghost I Ever Saw

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Halloween breaker

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