I think my blog is becoming tedious. I think I’m guilty of being something I don’t want to be. I think maybe I should switch the computer off and sew a button on a shirt, or something. I think self-doubt is healthy. I think the old maxim is sometimes very true: ‘better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than open it and remove all doubt.’ I think I’m in a funny mood.
But I’ve had a visit from Spain. Greetings, Espana.
Every time I say that, they don’t come back. C’est la vie.
So, tomorrow...
‘Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...
‘...and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.’
See what I mean?
So, tomorrow I might have something interesting to say. Or I might not.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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When everything that is illusion is removed, all that remains is consciousness.
4 comments:
Is doimhin é poll an amhrais.
"Deep is the hole of doubt"
So says the seanfhocail! Funny moods are good, in my opinion.
Hello McC! How smashing to see you here.
A friend of mine (the Lydia of an earlier post) spent one holiday exploring the islands off the west coast of Ireland. She became friendly with an old lady there, who had apparently never been off the island. She had spent her life spinning wool. I wonder whether she had doubts.
Sewing buttons on shirts would be even more tedious.
But a lot more useful.
So, you agree that my blog is becoming tedious. That's two votes in favour so far, one implicit, one explicit. Any more?
Only kidding, Carms. Have a good weekend. Thanks for popping in.
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