All of my reactions are an entirely rational response to a completely crazy world
Hello, welcome to my crazy disorganized world, spend as long as you like. Think of this I guess as a comfy armchair for your mind, squirm about, toss the cushions onto the floor, join an astonishing 130000 visitors, across now nearly six years, who came, and who stayed a while.
Pull up your feet and make yourself at home, 'Me Casa su Casa'.... Oh and if you leave with even an iota more than you arrived with, then I think we are both growing from this moment of union..... Much more inside including information about four books in print, including the brand new 'Wise Hermione' the recently published 'parable of responsibility' commentators have observed as 'a tale for our times'
May the universe treat you well
For all his bluster it is the sad triumph of man that he cannot choose his destiny, only how he will face it
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I am learning about the benefits of predictive information, that gauge of what is likely from the significant people around us that gives the mental security we seem to crave.
I also learn that people don't always do what we predict, and so like a gunslinger you cannot always be sure; so I do advise
'WATCH OUT FOR THE RICOCHET'
LOOK OUT FOR TURTLE WISDOM SPREAD THROUGHOUT THIS SITE
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
If ever there was a time for some of Rudyard Kiplings Victorian stoicism surely now is that moment? Live the unforgiving minute, and whilst pause is given you reflect on where this journey you have been on was taking you, and where mayhap it takes you now.
Has there ever been a generation in human history given such pause, such opportunity to reset their lives - Tis just my thinking (And Mr Kipling's too seemingly)