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“The skein of human continuity must often become this tenuous across the centuries (hanging by a thread, in the old cliche’), but the circle remains unbroken if I can touch the ink of Lavoisier’s own name, written by his own hand. A candle of light, nurtured by the oxygen of his greatest discovery, never burns out if we cherish the intellectual heritage of such unfractured filiation across the ages. We may also wish to contemplate the genuine physical thread of nucleic acid that ties each of us to the common bacterial ancestor of all living creatures, born on Lavoisier’s ancienne terre more than 3.5 billion years ago- and never since disrupted, not for one moment, not for one generation. Such a legacy must be worth preserving from all the guillotines of our folly.” – Stephen Jay Gold
Strands sticky, death grip
Weavers of the traps
United in the carnage
Delight in the suffering
Of those they capture
Terrorists wear a masque
Desperate old white men
Cling to their delusions
Obsessed with a future
They won’t see, lifting their legs
Territorial marking on the land
Robbing the future of the young
Stealing tomorrows of each species
Land disappearing – glaciers melt
The planet will go on – what replaces
Current species – permutation possibilities
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I should be peppy and lively. I should be able to find the ingredients to get the laundry done, to go take a few pictures. Something.
I’m too beat up to find anything remotely effervescent in me right now. It has been a grueling few months. Not always in a bad way, but still exhausting and the crazy humid heat has not helped. I also suspect that my tolerance for extremes of weather is diminishing with the years because I’m far less energetic now than I was even a few months ago.
The combination of personal crises, national calamities, climate change, and a general sense that everything I worked for and cared about is being undone in such a short time, my head is spinning. The best part of the summer has been our winning baseball team. You know life has gotten awfully rough when you cling to sports as…
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I am intrigued by Mike Pence’s use of the phrase “God-given liberties” in his tweet. I’m sure he is using language that religious people and/or those who believe in God could relate to.
But I do wonder why he couldn’t have used words such as “inherent,” “self-evident,” or “unalienable,” rather than “God-given” to describe these liberties enshrined in the U.S. Constitution.
I’m pragmatic enough to understand the broad appeal of the phrase “God-given” when it comes to liberties and rights, since most Americans claim Christianity, in one form or another, as their religion and also espouse a belief in God.
I see references to “God-given” all that time, so Pence’s phrasing is not that unusual. But I am a little bothered by the implication that rights and liberties bestowed upon Americans by the Founding Fathers are “God-given,” especially since the word “God” appears nowhere in the Constitution or the Bill…
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“Time passes irrevocably.” – Virgil
“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”
- – Pablo Picasso
“Procrastination is like masturbation. At first it feels good, but in the end you’re only screwing yourself.” – Author unknown, possibly from Monty Python?
It can wait until
Tomorrow – that idea
Spinning around in my head
I just have to run these errands
I shall write that poem
Later – sometime next week
I shall have plenty of time
Once this season has ended
There will be no excuses
For getting back to the project
Long awaited novel – I will
Get to it soon – have you
Ever noticed how swiftly
Time dissipates? There is
Never enough of it to
Accomplish what I want
No, that will have to wait
Perhaps I can get to it
Next week, or better yet
After the New Year?
And once again I’ve
Lost another opportunity
When does it end?
C’est fini avec moi!