Rubbish. Or more than half rubbish…if derisive towards sentimentality. No more than melancholic wisdoms dipped in acidic persuasiveness & spewed out onto a blood-soaked razorblade. I mean, show me a perfect moment not zephyred by sentimentality. Don’t even teach me a course that does not inspire some over-romanticizing. & stay out of my garden and don’t attempt to tune my favorite guitar, because anything done in-lieu-of-sentimentality tunes a bit sharp; without some sentimentality involved, entire nations get strafed and left in Oklahoma to tumble or slide on down into an alcohol medicated rabbit hole..
Anyway… gee-wiz, Wally, …that was a heady li'l essay. Nietzsche, (Uberstiff) Freud, Voltaire, their cynicalisms alone could have encouraged mass suicides amongst all but the trees ~~ saved the war machine from spending every human resource available on what appears to be the worship of potentially splitting an atom on all our heads.
Ggrrrrrringggg-grinngg-ggrriinngg-ggrriinngg-ggrriinngg-ggrriinngg
Ggrrrrrringggg-grinngg-ggrriinngg-ggrriinngg-ggrriinngg-ggrriinngg
Ggrrr-Vroom-vroooooooooooOOOM-vroooooooooooOOOM .........
La Rochefoucauld could have benefited from a month-long stay on Walden, or a walk up a really tall snowy pass with an 11th-12th century Tibetan troubadour. The melancholia is so overstated, the tortoise in The NeverEnding Story, Morla (…we don’t even care… whether-or-not we care), could have been his sanguine knockaround buddy. Drowning ... alone ... on the open sea ... seems optimistic in comparison.
& so, since I can relate to a lot of it…heh (here, deep in the heart of two teens groping for autonomy in a twisted-teen world), I read it twice ~~ slowly the second time, & tried to apply it to what I think I know about Cassandra (which certainly isn’t much) … and the present flow of our paltry dbis threads, and …nope, …I can’t figure your point, Cassie. No less than a few of your silverstreak-get-in-n-get-out posts have gone over my head, but I don’t want to let this one go. No, actually I want to but cannot. Why La Rochefoucauld? It just seems like the antithesis philosophy for what we (or perhaps just I) are facing here today. If you get a few spare minutes, would you mind [dumbing it down] clarifying some?
TIA, if applicable
………………….mmmmmmmmm, …peanut.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIysieE3pGk
P.S. I mean, yes I do understand about the whole busybody so-called selfless do-gooder mentality that has engulfed our towns in overmedication and shopping-carts full to the brim and beyond by card-carrying welfare state prisoners of an unimaginative mental manure. Is that it? I don’t know, I just think I could not have a beloved wife & kids in this shared life if all there is is the recognition of schadenfreude in my own selfish actions/reactions. Derision is one thing, …but derision towards the meeting of minds and hearts that lead to temporary or long-term collaborations for the good of the both, or the opting several, just seems to wipe-out far too many of my life’s high points. Solemnity, brooding, late hour introspection, woods-wandering in a semi-drunken state just before the sunrise are all useful pastimes, in moderation, …but not for a lifetime. My ol’ nomadic friend (war chief/shaman/guru) once told me, while adopting my family into what remains of the Eastern Lanepe Nation, that nothing has value that isn’t from the heart. Or something like that. Well, …I agree.
