. . . “Simon says, ‘Mother may I’.”
What an odd statement to make, Pat. I want to be bemused, but I’m too concerned at your encroachment on carelessness. Think your words before speaking them! Spoken words can never be taken back. Language is too important a tool to play with.
It was clearly not a question. Not sure why you feel the need to berate her, Tudy. And cutting at me with your eyes does nothing but further encourage me to point out that you know she hates that nickname. Call her Patience, or Patty, or even Tense. When you use that androgynous term you’re intending harm. Calling her femininity into question. Besides, she was only playing with you. Yes, with language, too—but mostly just with you.
The goddess of spring who was of three minds, of a single universal nature, everywhere at this moment in the northern hemisphere and in flux outside every window (as well as remembered to have cyclically existed before windows and even before human consciousness) was especially enjoying this—this conversation with herself.
Ôstara was potential. She was
chaos. She was the entirety of the environment. She loved the
certainty. The inevitability. The birth. The growth.
She loved every moment of her existence. And even looked forward to
her solstice-respite. But she cherished her one supreme power the
most—which the triple-goddess always tried to use very, very,
sparingly: the power to call anything into question.
Because when Ôstara called something into question, the ripple effect was
world-wide. Monumental.
You’re already in concession-mode, Rez. Accepting that she
wasn’t actually flippant (or
careless) because it was just play-talk and not a real
query. I’m not entertained. By either of you. She is
too cavalier and you are too laissez-faire.
Constantly the guard-dog, Fortitude—never a smile that makes it all the way to the eyes, forever the guile that takes shit everyday to the flies.
Constantly the guard-dog, Fortitude—never a smile that makes it all the way to the eyes, forever the guile that takes shit everyday to the flies.
Wow, you
must have kept that chestnut in cold-storage for centuries! I
certainly didn’t miss it. But. I also can’t say I understand what you mean by it. Never did.
Patience understands it. Completely. I
suspect.
A corollary of negatives. The ‘guile that takes shit to the flies’ would be a desire to deceive strong enough to overpower the
aversion to handle fecal matter.
A ‘smile that makes it to the eyes’
is a sign of sincerity.
Rez’s-sayin’
you’re just doin’
what ya always do. Pretendin’ concern, practicin’
deception, makin’
yourself feel good by tearin’ us down.
Ouch-ahh. You will
always be unable to fool
yourself, Forty. And you
are me and we are all
together.
I am the
eggman.
I am the walrus.
You both think
yourselves sooo
funny.
Weary
and
nearly
senile
to
the
left
of
me,
naïvely
inexperienced to
the right, here I
am: stuck in the
middle with
you.
Touché.
mmpff
It is the appropriate point in this era for another shake-up or even another mass die-off, I think. Suggestions or criticisms are welcome. Not questions.
Last year we began a significant Homo Sapien culling and it is still blooming. I would like to wait and see where that domino falls before we start another. Unless we are open to re-visiting the nefarious...
No. We are not interested in re-visiting your pet peeve. But a double whammy IS in order. While humans, full of hubris, struggle to protect their weakest and most ignorant, I want to remind them of our power.
I’m good with whatever. But. Unless I get-ta frame th’ next question . . . I veto. AND. Before you get all indignant, understand this: I’m prepared to 1816 us. Fair warning! Don’t call me out on this. Don’t cajole. Don't even passively criticize. If you do, I’ll cancel us and see you guys on the southern hemisphere's next equinox. Statement. Of. Fact.
Two hundred and five years ago, in 1816, Ôstara called her own existence into
question. Consequently, she never arrived in the northern
hemisphere in March of that year and, subsequently, she was not present to
abdicate her throne in June. Summer never arrived. Winter retained its presence for over a year.
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