I left my baby on the side of the highway

“He sadly resumes his path toward a desert that he knows is similar to the one he just crossed, escorted by the pale phantom they call Reason, who lights up the aridity of his path with a weak lantern, and who, when the thirst of passion comes back from time to time, quenches it with the poison of ennui.” 
― Charles BaudelaireLa Fanfarlo

Sorry I do not write in this blog more.

Something going on around here I could not crawl back if I tried I left my baby on the side of the highway She just couldn’t see things my way

Games and games.

Been playing a lot of PUBG lately. Perhaps I would work more on Mars and writing if I was getting paid for it, had a nice office, and got to put on a fancy suit. But the shift from dreaming to making is just too great for me.

“It is not tedium that one feels. It is not grief. It is the desire to go to sleep clothed in a different personality, to forget, dulled by an increase in salary.” 
― Fernando PessoaThe Book of Disquiet

And Now it’s Winter Time

“My lack of initiative was the root cause of all my troubles – of my inability to want something before having thought about it, of my inability to commit myself, of my inability to decide in the only way one can decide: by deciding, not by thinking. I’m like Buridan’s donkey, dying at the mathematical midpoint between the water of emotion and the hay of action; if I didn’t think, I might still die, but it wouldn’t be from thirst or hunger.” 
― Fernando PessoaThe Education of the Stoic

Cut and paste. Let Fern commit to turning his thought into the printed word. The only time I decide with out thinking is when I reach for another nicotine gum. The only action I make with complete freedom of thought is going to and coming home from work. I had to wrestle with this add on, this dangling limb of sad continuation of the musings of a long dead and forgotten man.

“Horizon To Cliff”
Out on the rise
High above the things that really matter
There’s no surprise
Nothing’s what it seems out on the rise

You can fight through all the reason
And wait another season
Forget about what you wanted
Forget your heart is haunted

Out on the rise
Out beyond the gravity of meaning
There’s no surprise
So why would you drift
Horizon to cliff till you die

You can fight through all the reason
And wait another season
Forget about what you wanted

Well I guess I did my best to lock myself out
I even never hid a key

Now it’s summer time and now it’s winter time
Now it’s summer time again

Out on the rise    -Built to Spill

I Cry All Night


“I want to sleep
Underneath the weeping willow
As it crys all night quietly
It’s tears all around me
I’ll sleep there so soundly
Until I’m allowed finally
To wake and be happy again

To wake and be happy again”

Somebody posted a link to the Planetary Society. OK, lets take a look.

“Today, The Planetary Society continues this work, under the leadership of CEO Bill Nye, as the world’s largest and most influential non-profit space organization.”

Strange how the corruption seeps into all things human in this world. All that is dreamy, is gossamer strange is assailed by the degenerate hive minds of the control grid. No place for one who loves the ruins of Mars among this society, among this herd of brain dead sheep.

When Your Faith Is Gone…

…give it one more day.

I thank my creator for this life, and this wonderful world.

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. — ‘Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.’ — Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.”

― Ralph Waldo EmersonSelf-Reliance

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