Quips and Quotes

The night sky is God's canvas mounted high upon his divine easel. There he paints the stars. Bright, tiny, splayed in wondrous beauty, they shine for all of us, each signifying something important, something beyond our understanding. Within this painting there is a small, yellow star surrounded by planets, one in particular, where the beings are haunted by fears, joys, sadness, and elation, their inner turmoil pulling against itself. They look in fascination upon this great canvas and prey they may one day be part of it, walking among the stars and never realizing they already are.

Common sense is a myth. I prefer to call it uncommon sense. If sense were common why do so few people have it?

Every day we lay our heads upon our pillow. We die a small death filled with dreams, dreams of wealth, dreams of fears, dreams of good times, and bad. We wake each day to go on within our own piece of life. We remember some dreams and forget others. We hope the beautiful dreams come true and the nightmares fade. Then once in our lives we lay our head upon our pillow and begin a new dream, only the waking doesn't come and the dream goes on. For most this dream is a beautiful one. For a few it is a nightmare. To determine which is which you need only ask who wants to wake.

We've all heard that love makes the world go 'round. Not true. Money makes the world go 'round and greed greases the wheels.

Beware the Shadow of Silence. Silence is golden to the eye of the beholder. But, to those who are cast into its shadow it is only dark.

A Poll-tick must adhere to three things to earn my respect. 1) He/she must fully understand the meaning of the word represent. I do not vote for them to advance their agenda or that of their political party's. They can do that in the voting booth as the rest of us do. On the assembly floor the only vote that should concern them is that which adheres to the collective will of their constituents. 2) He/she must have absolute loyalty to voters and little or none to any political party. After all, we all learned the words '...government of the people, for the people, by the people...' No where do those words translate to '...government of the people, by the party, in the party's interest.' 3) If at any time it is proven that he/she deliberately voted on the assembly floor contrary to the collective will of their constituents they will either resign or be removed by their constituents. Having no representation is better than having a representative whose votes are injurious to those they represent. I strongly believe the United States government is no longer in the control of the people, as the Constitution demands. It is now time for a political revolution to restore it to its original intent. There is now only one way for this to happen; I call it Clean Sweep. By this I mean that every politician, local, state, federal, must bet booted out----permanently. To do this every voter MUST agree not to vote for an incumbent when that politician's term is up. Not one single vote for any incumbent currently in office at any level of government! Only in this way can the people make it clear to our elected representatives we have had enough and are taking our goverment back.

Never kiss a frog hoping it will turn in to a prince. It is only a frog.

I prefer the company of animals to that of people. I don't dislike people, but unlike people, animals are not duplicitous.

All writers take a piece of themselves and blend it into bound pages of text. To understand the writer one must take a walk with them in the fertile fields of their imagination.

The hour glass is a sea of sand. Each grain, individual in its own right, is like no other grain. Yet, each is a part of the greater sea.

They move through time, from the past, ever rushing toward the future, never escaping the NOW. Strings are tied in every direction, intangible, unseen, but unmistakably real. The past clings to them like great elastic tethers, forever stretched but never broken. The forces that pull forward with no concern for their ability to endure do so with an elusive intent. Their ties to the NOW are constant reminders of the influence exerted by the other grains around them; passing, crowding, moving, each influencing the path of the other in their brief encounter.

Some rush forward more quickly than others, hoping to capture the future. Larger grains overpower the smaller. The smaller succumb to the force of others. Masses rest at the edge of the glass, relaxing in time, paused, waiting to be drawn by the rush at the swirling center, forced to move on at the urge of others. Many find that what they perceived as their destination is really nothing more than the NOW. They can never escape the NOW.

If you cast a hand full of sand to the wind the grains eventually fall to the ground and again wait for some other force to restore them to their journey. Until then they wait patiently in the NOW, looking to the future, remembering the past, feeling the present. Some become lost, trapped in a crevasse or some other snare of substance or time to impede their journey, and still they wait in the NOW.

Finally, after an hour of time in quiet observation, and when all the grains have passed through to find their resting place at the bottom of the glass, I look upon the mound of sand and wonder about the obstacles each grain must have had to overcome. What price of integrity was each forced to pay in order to complete its journey? What hardships did each endure? Was the journey fruitful? Or did it exact a price greater than their whole?

Intrigued by these questions and the visions they inspire, I again turn the hour glass to watch this perception of time continue and realize, WE are the grains of sand, forever trapped in the NOW, forever part of that greater sea.