A pretty name as one would wish to read, must perch harmonious on my tuneful quill.
There’s music in the sighing of a reed; there’s music in the gushing of a rill; there’s music in all things, if men had ears: their Earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Though tonight she’s made me sad. If I find her I’ll be glad. I still love her.
I don’t wanna spoil the party so I’ll go. I would hate my disappointment to show. There’s nothing for me here, so I will disappear. If she turns up while I’m gone, please let me know.
There’s no fun in what I do, if she’s not there. But I think I’ll take a walk and look for her.
I Don’t Want to Spoil the Party by The Beatles (1964)
MarkSinger: Is there anything you’ve been able to draw upon, David? Is there comfort in the past?
David Milch : I feel the past falling away and the attachments of regret for what wasn’t done or was done badly or was done without sufficient sympathy, and it was for that reason that our granddaughter’s visit was such a redemptive and compelling occurrence. Everything is an adventure for her and a delight and a surprise, an opening up, and that’s a big gratification.
MarkSinger: I’ve never thought of you as a sentimental person, but maybe I misread that. How would you characterize yourself?
DavidMilch: As an unsentimental person.
Third Act by Mark Singer (New Yorker May 20, 2019)
BTW: The landmark 1886 United States Supreme Court case Santa Clara County v. Southern Pacific Railroad is said to establish certain corporate rights under the Constitution of the United States, declaring that corporations are people, too. Can’t we all get along?
Waiting for the Train, Marlene Amerian – April 29, 2007
Absurdism is profoundly human. Camus says it urges us to revolt against meaninglessness by creating our own values. Choosing presence in a harsh universe affirms that optimistic defiance. The cosmos may be indifferent, yet our capacity for wonder makes staying worthwhile.
capturing an imagePhotography Students of San Jose
A photograph can show a physical image in which time is static, and a mirror can show a physical image in which time is dynamic.
What he saw on the mountain was another kind of image altogether which was not physical and did not exist in time at all. It was an image nevertheless, and that is why he felt recognition.
Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig