CXIV
Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say, mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best,
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O, tis the first; 'tis flattery in my seeing.
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
and to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
Doc Tom:
I find your insights compelling and identify with survival
isf as advancing age and what life has prepared us for:
you chose a tropical mixed cultural paradise with most
advantages money could buy; I chose an 80 acre family farm in the midwest handed down since 1830. The struggle is not the geography - its the continuance of a
meaningful life under circumstances of subsistence.
We that sift through current political problems and also attend sites like ZH, KD, TAE, NC, of2minds, etc.
see today the way socialists of the post WW1 era were seen: as irrelevant. Remedy's are centrally passed down until some global chump is cornered.
We're there now.
Two well traveled gents enjoyed food and drink at an inn during one of Europe's bloody wars. The conversation drifted to one's philosophy of life. "Its like there are two armies joined always in battle, allegiance change often, and with death, famine, pestilence and natural tragedy comes a giant with seven league boots who rampages the countryside indescrimately killing people. My philosophy is to enjoy life, help my fellow man, and occasionally pitch a pail of grease under the boots.
January 11, 2012 8:31 PM