Three AM

It’s approachIng 3 am and another thought occured to me vis. Conversing with Berkeley babes about Celine’s ’ Long days Journey into Night, that he also wrote 'America.
Now the fog created in my mind awakened only in part, that I conflated Celine with the author who wrote ‘Metamorphosis’ ’ whose name I normally not forget during daylight.

I HOPE SHE READS THIS, as inclusive wwith whom the same stream of consciousness.
But I forthwith will look him up for the benefit of my doubtful mind.

Franz Kafka

It’s now 3 am

metmuseum.org/toah/hd/seim/hd_seim.htm

From wiki:

“Numerically, it is Japan’s largest religion, the second being Buddhism. Most of the country’s population takes part in both Shinto and Buddhist activities, especially festivals, reflecting a common view in Japanese culture that the beliefs and practices of different religions need not be exclusive.”

Not 3 am, but the words would have been composed at around about three am - many years ago! I was ‘enjoying’ a legal dispute at the time. The dark of night, when sleep escapes and one finds oneself deep in thought! I had young children who were at various stages of their schooling. It struck me that I - and everyone I knew - had been subjected to a similar experience. :slight_smile:

M******** stared at M. completely agog.
“I thought we were supposed to be going to court.”
“Court, my boy? Court? Why this is the highest court in the land.”
“You’re joking.”
“Of course I’m not joking. Watch. Listen. Learn. Pay attention.”
“Order! Order!”
"Madame Speaker, as I was saying before I was so
And then a flash of inspiration
Not to be feared
Nothing is to be feared.
“Order! Order! The Honourable Member knows the rules. Now will he please sit down.”
We need to weigh him.
He’s very tiny.
He’s perfect.
It’s time for his feed.
It’s time for his bath.
It’s time for his inoculation.
It’s time to get up.
It’s time to have breakfast.
It’s time to have lunch.
It’s time for tea.
Everythin stops for tea.
Tea, as in gee, did you notice how Naughty.
You naughty boy, stop that!
You naughty girl, stop that!
Ah… but didn’t you notice how naughty they were being.

It’s time to get up.
It’s time for your bottle.
No. Of course you can’t.
Don’t ask questions.
Stop crying.
Don’t be naughty.
You’re too old to do that.
Don’t cry.
Don’t ask why.
Stick a dummy in his mouth.
It’s time for his feed.
It’s time for his need.

It’s time for playschool.
Let’s see what shapes we can make.
It’s time to go home.
It’s time for dinner.
It’s tea time.
Don’t be naughty.
It’s time for Daddy to come home.

It’s time for school.
Time to bend him to our rule.
Time gentlemen, please.
Come along now, please.
It’s two seconds to midnight.
Time you weren’t here.

This coat, is it wise to give it to these people?
You’re questioning the wisdom of Christ?
Not exactly.
That’s exactly the way it is.
But how do I know that you’re not some kind of illusion?
I am.
Well, there you are.
Exactly. I am your illusion, your reality, your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations. I am everythin to you. The more you trust, the more I give.
Pressure? You talk of pressure?
I am the pressure - I am the blood
I am the wind, the rain and the flood!
I am life - I am death
I’m your first - and your final breath.
I am the fire that burns and the balm that sooths.
I am more than you think I am.
For example, I am
The wisdom of the sages
Who know not a thing.
I am the telephone - I am the ring
I am the apple - I am the core
I am the football match - I am the score
I am the dodo you thought was dead
I am the purple - I am the read
I am the things that you fear when you’re scared
I am the portion - I am the shared
I am the P in the Blockbuster show
I am the source of above and below
I am the up and the down in a lift
I am the giver - I am the gift
I am more than you’ll ever know what I can be
I am sure that you’ll never know what I can see

So you see,
It’s unwise to play games with those who have access to the best
Call it teacher training, call it just a little test.
I won’t say flying colours, did I pass or did I fail
In fact, I’m looking rather peaky, I’m looking rather pale.
But I mustn’t be complaining, I must grin and gently bear
Pretend it doesn’t bother me, pretend that I don’t care.
Pretend that I’m not angered, pretend I’m not in pain,
Pretend your loathsome conduct is not driving me insane.

So, girls…
I suppose the point I am trying to make - in the middle of the night, is
You have no idea what goes on in the offices of PCH&N.
The pen in hand, you understand
That, my child, I am.
The pickle in the pickle jar
The sweetness of the jam!
Love you more!
:slight_smile:

K: I can imagine this poem as words to songs written by Pink Floyd or a strange
Beatles song…if I had any musical ability at all, I would turn this into
an epic concept CD… or as we called it back in the day…an album…

it is a little too mystical for a Who album… but maybe RUSH?

Kropotkin

(Post edited… in order to avoid confusion! Non-members could easily misinterpret)

youtube.com/watch?v=b_zHQ6kFuQ0

Oh my love, I am so so sorry – I failed to protect you.

Don’t worry, Daddy. I had the first seeds of a cancer – I would have died in a little under two years. Today’s little incident saved me, you, mummy, my sister, my brother, a great deal of pain and suffering.

You fail to realise, Daddy, I’ve been breathing the spent fumes of a combustion engine since you first took me out of the pram and put me into that buggy… when I was just nine months old. Of course, I could smell something when I was in the pram. I just accepted that that was what the air smelt like. It was only when you put me in the buggy - AT NINE MONTHS OLD - that I could see where the smell was coming from! If only you could have seen what I could see – goodness me I was breathing the stuff throughout my entire life. Didn’t you realise? Those fumes have given rise to countless numbers of cancers and unnecessary deaths. The buggy is quite possibly the most dangerous form of transport on the planet. What on Earth were you thinking, Dad?

Any way, you should rest easy, Daddy, in the knowledge that I died for a greater good. It was all part of some kind of some kind of higher order’s method of drawing attention to the dangers of the motorised combustion engine. What you might describe as a deadly menace. Whether it is seen as such is another matter.

So, dry your eyes, Daddy. And please, do something about those fumes. One in two people, Dad!

I will see if I can get them to discuss your concerns at Davos, in 2022.

Love you, Daddy.

NB: I have not watched the video, and I would urge others to refrain; there can be little to be gained. No one wishes to see unnecessary destruction. No one! :laughing:

I would have answered in the original thread. However, the reader was expressly asked us to imagine.

Seemed more fitting in Creative Writing! :slight_smile:

thank you derley for bringing up the point of
how this person is using the pointless and needless death of
a child, a 4 year old… to make political points against his opponents…

every death, every child’s death should be a time of grief, not
one of trying to score points… and I am glad you reminded us
of that…

Kropotkin

I thank you for responding, PK. However, that wasn’t necessarily my intention.

Many folks don’t tend to believe in a good, God-like, higher power type, all seeing, all knowing kinda thing. Others do.

Occasionally, I am reminded of the expression: That which a good, God-like, higher power type, all seeing, all knowing kinda thing, WILLS - happens. That which a good, God-like, higher power type, all seeing, all knowing kinda thing, DOES NOT WILL, does not happen.

Hence, when I see something which at first glance appears to be utterly catastrophic, I try very hard to see what it is I may be missing… the good.

Often, I tell myself, it may well be the case that’s it’s a balancing act - KARMA - nature’s retribution for lost harmony. Is it possible that the ‘victims’ were receiving their just deserts?

Perhaps the ‘victims’ are paying for misdemeanours perpetrated way way back. It’s as well to remember; that which many do not believe in - a good, God-like, higher power type, all seeing, all knowing kinda thing, has eternity to work with when it comes to administering justice.

:slight_smile:

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Derleydoo duuude… aren’t you doing the exact same thing you accused urwrong of,
…and having a laugh over the matter in your OP?

A very unconscientious thing to have done, in attempting to get your point across…
especially when lives were lost, regardless of which side of the political scale or
what shade of the colour spectrum, they were on.

Thanks MagsJ. I am going out, shortly… Please can you quote the offending statement. I will do my best to address your concerns later. Thanks.

Is this the offending item? I note a laughing emoji?

NB: I have not watched the video, and I would urge others to refrain; there can be little to be gained. No one wishes to see unnecessary destruction.

No one! :laughing:

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I don’t find the current state of planetary affairs a laughing matter…
…faux news or otherwise.

I’m sure you’ve indulged in plenty of sex drugs and rock’n’roll,
over effecting good/positive change, so at the expense of others?
Me so good, everyone else bad… while You snort blow and fuck a hooker or two…

MagsJ, it was ironic laughter. No one!!!

Daily, there are folks who issue instructions to other folk to inflict unecessary destruction and suffering towards other, unknown folk.

One can quite easily picture a classroom, one hundred years hence, where there is resounding laughter amongst the pupils when discussing Our current state of planetary affairs. You are familiar with the expression - ‘one day we’ll laugh about this’.

Julian Assange - locked up for telling the truth. How they laughed.

I won’t contest the rest of your post, it would be a waste of my time, as you have already stated, You are sure. :laughing:

“Text books out, children. Turn to page 47, the section dealing with the great purge of 2072. I presume you have all read the opening seven paragraphs. Johnson, this is no laughing matter, these were simple folk.”

“But miss, this went on for centuries.”

“I realise that. So would you be kind enough to describe the purge in two or three sentences? Hollister, contain yourself, this is not time for mirth, we are here to learn. Johnson please.”

“In 2072, the entire populace was given a colour chart. The colour chart consisted of every shade of brown visible to the naked eye - light tan, very light tan - light shade of tan, ranging to light brown, dark brown, very dark brown…”

“Very good - and…”

“They were instructed to stand in front of a mirror and tick off the shade that best matched their skin colour.”

“And what was particular about the colour chart?”

“Particular?”

“Put your hand down, Hollister. The colour chart - was it just shades of brown?”

“No, it had white at one end, and black at the other.”

“That’s correct, and how many people put themselves down as white?”

“No one.”

“Black? Go on then Hollister.”

“No one, miss.”

“No one. And what happened in the following days?.. No one?”

I don’t remember any laughter in history class, when learning about wars and civil unrest… apart from stating what a waste of many lives all that fighting, is.

Perhaps such laughter over such things, is all that is wrong with the world.

An extreme scenario of what many themselves do, but yet demonise others for simply breathing…I hope I made my point.

No, not as far as I am concerned. You ‘came in’ throwing insults about - casting aspersions - making all manner of accusations - actually, they weren’t accusations - they were statements - things you were ‘sure’ of!

I asked you for clarification. How did I offend?

You offered no explanations - just more rudeness and insults.

Only you know why.

I did.

You have chosen to not acknowledge it…