Highland Place - watching snails

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On Fri, 22 Sep 2000 20:47:54 Victor Torrico wrote:

>You know, it's crazy, but I just have to do this thing. Simply can't

>explain it. Just a wild idea to get people of all persuasions

>together to talk, commiserate and laugh for no reason at all, a being

>within Being. Just friends being friends.

 

It's a very honorable project, Victor.

Who wouldn't encourage it and be enjoyed by it (is that a word ?) ?

Meetings based on peace seem to be in a minority these days, so any such

meetings must be positive overall.

 

LOL ! Thanks for telling me what the communication device really was.

>Watched the snails as Bootsie and I took our morning stroll. They

>were either heading into the middle of the road where certain death

>awaited them from later heat or were heading to the edge of the road

>and the vegetation where life awaited. Very random and accidental. A

>mini reminder of our life and its twists and turns. Very fatalistic

>this understanding that nothing whatsoever can be done. Makes life

>really precious.

>We put on our brave front and life

>goes on. Hey, what do I know? Nada. Then there are those who say

>that there is no birth or death that one is all nothing but pure

>consciousness. Seems like more dreaming. What is there beyond hope

>and fear? Damned if I know. Words! Words! Words!

>

>Some think the world is made for fun and and frolic, and so do I, and so

>do I.

>

>Some think it right to be all melancholic, to pine and sigh, to pine

>and sigh.

>

>Love is everywhere Finiculi, Finicula.

 

Well, my dear Buddhist friend, I don't really know.

 

I only know that my personal choice of model for seeing the truth of life would

be that of an Italian opera, preferrably Verdi.

 

Everyone would have their own agendas and intentions, some honest and some not

so honest, the intrigues would go on for a while, and even the best of

intentions would turn wrong in the end. There'd be drama and romance and

exagerrated gestures and fat ladies hollering and golden props and shiny,

outdated costumes. But there'd all be really good music in the background and

every actor would have the chance to die a tragic yet beautiful death at the end

of the production, throw themselves off the tower of the Doge palazzo with a

melodramatic wave of the hand and leave not an eye in the audience cry.

 

Or maybe that was the Wagner operatic production ?

 

 

Love,

 

Amanda (Siegfrieda).

 

 

 

 

 

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