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The Immature Octogenarian

January 29, 2018 Leave a comment

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Me at 18 and at 80

Some minds do not age within aging bodies. Some geezers grasp at youthful pursuits with arthritic fingers. While some old guys settle into so called golden years comfortably, others find the pensioner situation abhorrent. I think that most of the men and women that retire comfortably have perhaps always been old in their way. Perhaps they never got up to shenanigans and mischief. What of those who were always naughty and testing the boundaries of behavior? Do they all become sedate before they’re eighty? I think not.

In my mind, I still want to race sports cars as I’ve done in the past. I still want to do stunts on water skis, as I’ve done in the past. I still want to pleasure my wife, as I’ve done in the past. I’d like to have another Doberman pup to raise and walk and teach, as I’ve done in the past. I want my former life, and I’m living my old life – my old man life. It’s a new adventure as have been all the many adventures of my life.

It’s a sad realization for me that attractive women no longer view me as a virile man. I’m just another old guy. I have to intellectually remind myself of that, before I make a fool of myself and flirt with a waitress or a shop girl. I still want to flirt with her, but I have the wisdom to not do it. I imagine what a fool I would appear to be. A woman would have no idea that I was an adventurer and sometimes a dare devil.

My dearest friend is in his mid-seventies. He has been a devoted athlete all his life, and he still races open-wheeled, single seat vintage race cars and is a fervent tennis player in season. He also is a competitive snow boarder during the winter season. He might be still doing it when he’s 80 as well.

Throughout my life I’ve pursued adventure. I’ve enjoyed risks like shooting the rapids in a canoe, handling skittish horses, cross-country skiing in northern forests and riding a motorcycle down country roads. I still have the desire, but don’t have the physical structure to continue. I have no choice but to limit myself to intellectual pursuits, such as this blog.

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The Lesser Evil

January 27, 2018 Leave a comment

The lesser evil is still evil. We don’t have to accept the lesser evil as the best we can do. I refer to every endeavors, including highly educated professions and every other level of society down to careless welfare recipients. Facing two plates of food, neither of which we enjoy is a logical case. If one plate is fried chicken skin and the other plate is beef liver, the liver would be chosen by those that don’t hate it and chicken skin would be chosen by those that can’t stand liver, for whatever reason.

The 2016 presidential election in the United States of America might be a case of the lesser evil being the greater evil. Many voters believed that Hilary Clinton is so evil that even Donald J. Trump appeared to be the lesser evil. As time flows on, however, it is revealed that so called President Trump is actually a psychopathic liar, a thief, an oligarch and a traitor. In hindsight, as evil as she is, Clinton would have been a better choice.

I usually watch true police and crime series on television. Most often, there is a police interrogation of a victim, a witness, or a suspect. There comes a time when an individual is asked about his or her relationship.

“It’s fine,” they say. “You know, there are fights and stuff, like every relationship.”

NO! Accepting a relationship in which some scrapping and shouting, and even hitting is not the lesser of any evil. It is an evil-bound relationship. If a person can’t find nearly constant peace and confidence in one’s special relationship, one might be settling for the lesser evil. Don’t do it.

There should be a relationship for you where expressions of love are spoken every day. Where you are put first by the other party and the other party is put first by you. The lesser evil is not good enough. You want the absence of stress, doubt, and evil. Get it!

The Planet Rebels

January 21, 2018 Leave a comment

A religious person might see God’s will in the wave of natural disasters that have swamped society. Hurricanes, tornadoes and earthquakes befall societies throughout our planet. An atheist, on the other hand, might see it as natural sequences of events, not completely free of human contributions.

The planet Earth is a living, evolving entity. I see the Earth’s crust as its skin, like the skin on my face. We have all seen pimples emerge on our faces. First it shows as a small, reddish mound. Later it becomes less red, and begins to peak. Finally, it is a pimple, filled with material your body rejects. It is also this way with our planet.

I used to own a hobby farm where we kept horses. My favourite chore was to go out into the forest and cut riding trails throughout the many acres. The forest is healthy, so each summer I’d travel the trails again, to trim off the bits that intruded into the riding space.

There was a patch where two trails intersected. As the years passed, I noticed a small area, about twenty inches square in the cleared part of the two trails, where the grass was dying off. The following year, the grass had been replaced by moss. A year later, the moss was turning from green to brown, and looking ragged. Following years showed a granite boulder pushing up through the earth. Eventually, it was a large rock on the trail.

As with Icebergs where we see just ten percent of the lump of ice and below hangs ninety percent so it could be with that rock. It might be just the tip of a boulder that’s the size of a house. That’s why I see the planet as a living thing. As our skin ejects wax, fat or whatever, the earth ejects rocks and whatever as it evolves into eternity.

The life of the Earth is obvious in its seething center, boiling granite that sometimes bursts through the planet’s skin and runs down in rivulets until, at some time in infinity, it becomes more rocks to later be expelled.

Meanwhile, we enjoy the luxury of Earth’s life; trees of fruit, trees of shade, rain, snow, fields of green, fields of gold and seasons.

We need to take better care of The Earth, and greed gets in the way. The oligarchs are our enemies.

The Last Brother

January 19, 2018 Leave a comment

I was the first born. When I was about five years old, my first brother was born. When I was about ten years old, my second brother was born. We grew up in an upper-middle class family. Our father was ambitious and capable. Both parents had cars; our city home and country home were both first class. Mom was a devoted mother, wife, and homemaker. The waterfront cottage included motorboats for each member of the family, the size according to the maturity of the boy. There was nothing about which we could complain.

As the oldest brother, it fell to me to teach them things like riding a bicycle, starting an outboard motor, water skiing and many other things. Eventually, the inevitable separations came about. We married; we moved away, we had children and mortgages. We were living varied lives in different parts of the country.

Our middle brother was living in a central city in our country. After many years, his marriage ended and he moved back east. Some years later, he contracted leukemia and it took his life. Then there were two of us; the youngest and the oldest, ten years apart.

We love each other, my youngest brother and I. We live in the same country, but several thousand miles apart. He has his doting family around him. His original wife, his son and daughter and grandson and granddaughter see him almost daily. His retirement is satisfying and fulfilled.

I am more separate from my family, and connected with different family. I’m sure my brother wonders, as I do, which of us will be the last brother. We recently agreed that when one of us passes on, the other will not cross the country to witness the burial. We are both old enough to pass at any time, but our strong gene pool has us continuing to live full lives in our seventies and eighties.

I don’t think I’d like to be the last brother. I’m older and not in the midst of my children. My brother has his caring family around him all the time, so his support system would be large if I passed first. If he passed first, I’d pretty much have to handle it myself. I can do that, but I’d rather it not be required.

Life is Time

January 16, 2018 Leave a comment

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The instant you take your first breath out of the womb, the clock of your life starts ticking. Minute by minute you are living toward your inevitable death. Within each minute, something is happening somewhere. Life is not a stationary thing. It is a river of instants, flowing through your life. Life can change in one of those instants.

The early part of our life is spent learning. We learn a great deal at first, because in infancy and as toddlers we are empty vessels. Everything is new, and a child can benefit greatly if a mature person is inclined to answer questions and point out subjects of interest. Explain the meaning of new words, counsel on the values of colours, sounds, and nature.

You begin to build an individual life. That life will be time, and the time of your life will be as rich or poor in experience as you wish. It is certainly true that the more one puts into life, the more one gets out of life.

When I was a boy, I was given reasons to expect that I would be a failure. It seemed I lacked intelligence and was uncomfortably shy. I was told that I might struggle to earn a living. This threat led me to put triple effort into every endeavor. I felt that I was in a way disabled and worked three jobs so I could support a family.

As it worked out, the people that counselled me were wrong, and when I was a grown man with family responsibilities, I learned that I excelled at several creative skills. I do not regret the pressure I felt and the efforts I made to provide for my family when I was young. The experiences enable me to enjoy a broad variety of insights into the human condition, and that makes it comparatively easy for me to get by.

SUMMER DAYS

January 9, 2018 Leave a comment

Poetry form: (PROSE 1)

[1]

NOT A BEACH DAY

Round stones and dark, loose dirt forced several inches of backslide after each step upward. The struggle was an essential part of the adventure for the pubescent girl, and she laboured up the long abandoned trail almost every day of every summer at Sanctuary Bay. Her thin legs, seeming too long for her tiny torso, carried her upward in a staggering rhythm as she picked spots to place her feet.

[2]

SURRENDER IN THE FOREST

The higher up she struggled, the darker and cooler the forest became. The trees closed in close around the narrow trail, and the thrill began to permeate every cell and sentiment within the child. Her heart pounded in her narrow chest, the blood rushed in her ears, and she almost trembled with ecstasy as she gave herself up to the comforting security of aloneness. Minute sounds and scents were clear and rich to her in this aroused state. She let the familiar feelings fill her, thrill her in that peculiar way that she was certain no other person ever felt. She tingled somewhere down inside. She felt the heat flush in her pale cheeks; felt the burning of her ears.

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SANCTUARY WITHIN

She lay down on the warm, dry carpet of golden brown leaves. It was thick and springy after centuries of accumulated autumns. The rich, pungent fragrance of ancient forest filled her little lungs, enriched her coursing blood. Thirty meters above, the leafy canopy swayed in the high lake breeze. Flashes of sunlight flickered over her slight, prone figure. She closed her eyes and felt the peace of sanctuary descend upon her.

I Don’t Need No Stinkin’ God!

January 9, 2018 1 comment

Some missions to help the poor and disadvantaged do necessary, generous work. In Toronto, The Scott Mission was a landmark. In Montreal, The Old Brewery Mission does all it can for the lost spirits on the streets. I speak out of turn because I’ve never been in either of those establishments. I go by news stories and movies with scenes that depict the true activities.

Most often, a strong religious overtone hangs like a threat over the humble, hungry citizens. Usually Christian I expect, with similar establishments by Muslims, Jews, and the rest of the divisions of godliness.

I do as much good as I can. I live the most honest life I am able to, don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t steal. I don’t mean I’ve never done anything bad or illegal in my life, I just mean that on a day to day basis, I do my level best to be right and good. I don’t believe in God, nor have I ever. I was raised within a religion, I accepted schooling in the meanings of the rituals, but I never believed that an all-powerful God was taking notes.

I have experienced vile behavior by devout, orthodox, religious people. I have experienced superb, dignified behavior by completely atheistic people. They don’t need a God to drive them away from wrong and into what is right. I need no God, because if I was to have one, it would not be a God, just a god. It would be nature throughout the universe, through eternity and infinity, wherein seeming miracles happen every day.

Feed the hungry. Heal the sick. Shelter the homeless. You don’t really need a God influence in it. It is good, generous and right to give, god or no god. Many church going people are evil and dishonest in other parts of their lives. Many atheists are totally honest, with the community and with themselves. No God required, thank you.