Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold

[Maia]

Yesterday, as I was coming home from the shops, my neighbour, the one who cut down the trees in my garden that were overhanging his, asked me if I wanted him to cut down the ones on the other side, too. I definitely don't, but thanked him, anyway, being polite and all, but afterwards I started to wonder if he took this as an agreement. Last time he just came into my garden and did it when I was out. So basically, I'm not sure what to do now. Should I just leave it, and hope for the best, or go and knock on his door or something, to tell him not to? That might seem a bit odd, or even rude.

In other news, they seem to have started regular rubbish collections again. The strike hasn't been resolved, so they must have hired some outside contractors, or something. The bins in the park are still piled high with rubbish, though, stinking the place up.

[Phil8659]

Yesterday, as I was coming home from the shops, my neighbour, the one who cut down the trees in my garden that were overhanging his, asked me if I wanted him to cut down the ones on the other side, too. I definitely don't, but thanked him, anyway, being polite and all, but afterwards I started to wonder if he took this as an agreement. Last time he just came into my garden and did it when I was out. So basically, I'm not sure what to do now. Should I just leave it, and hope for the best, or go and knock on his door or something, to tell him not to? That might seem a bit odd, or even rude.

In other news, they seem to have started regular rubbish collections again. The strike hasn't been resolved, so they must have hired some outside contractors, or something. The bins in the park are still piled high with rubbish, though, stinking the place up.

You might really worry if he mentions that he would like to build a parking lot where you live. Trees are the first to go. Lord, you don't know what you got, pave paradise and building a parking lot.

[Maia]

Yesterday, as I was coming home from the shops, my neighbour, the one who cut down the trees in my garden that were overhanging his, asked me if I wanted him to cut down the ones on the other side, too. I definitely don't, but thanked him, anyway, being polite and all, but afterwards I started to wonder if he took this as an agreement. Last time he just came into my garden and did it when I was out. So basically, I'm not sure what to do now. Should I just leave it, and hope for the best, or go and knock on his door or something, to tell him not to? That might seem a bit odd, or even rude.

In other news, they seem to have started regular rubbish collections again. The strike hasn't been resolved, so they must have hired some outside contractors, or something. The bins in the park are still piled high with rubbish, though, stinking the place up.

You might really worry if he mentions that he would like to build a parking lot where you live. Trees are the first to go. Lord, you don't know what you got, pave paradise and building a parking lot.

I thought I heard the screen door swaying last night, but I'm not sure about the big yellow taxi, though.

[Phil8659]

Yesterday, as I was coming home from the shops, my neighbour, the one who cut down the trees in my garden that were overhanging his, asked me if I wanted him to cut down the ones on the other side, too. I definitely don't, but thanked him, anyway, being polite and all, but afterwards I started to wonder if he took this as an agreement. Last time he just came into my garden and did it when I was out. So basically, I'm not sure what to do now. Should I just leave it, and hope for the best, or go and knock on his door or something, to tell him not to? That might seem a bit odd, or even rude.

In other news, they seem to have started regular rubbish collections again. The strike hasn't been resolved, so they must have hired some outside contractors, or something. The bins in the park are still piled high with rubbish, though, stinking the place up.

You might really worry if he mentions that he would like to build a parking lot where you live. Trees are the first to go. Lord, you don't know what you got, pave paradise and building a parking lot.

I thought I heard the screen door swaying last night, but I'm not sure about the big yellow taxi, though.

Nailed it in one. Good show. I just listen to a directory I have where there are seven versions, all crap. the original did not have a thing wrong with it.

[Maia]

You might really worry if he mentions that he would like to build a parking lot where you live. Trees are the first to go. Lord, you don't know what you got, pave paradise and building a parking lot.

I thought I heard the screen door swaying last night, but I'm not sure about the big yellow taxi, though.

Nailed it in one. Good show. I just listen to a directory I have where there are seven versions, all crap. the original did not have a thing wrong with it.

I fully agree. Don't fix it if it isn't broken.

[Maia]

It's another really nice day, the second in a row, definitely shorts and t-shirt weather, and I've just spent a large chunk of the morning going over my front garden and pulling up any clumps of grass or weeds that had sprung up between the slabs. Some of them were pretty big and not at all easy to remove, even with a trowel, but I think I managed to get the worst ones up. I don't have a compost heap or anything like that, so I just spread out what I'd pulled up over the part of the garden that's actually supposed to be grass.

While tidying up the front garden was long overdue, I also had an ulterior motive. I know the times of my neighbour's regular comings and goings by car, so made sure I was out there when he was due to leave, knowing that if he saw me on my hands and knees, scrabbling around in the dirt, he'd be sure to say hi, or something, and maybe ask if I needed anything. He did, indeed, do so, so I took the opportunity to tell him that while I very much appreciate his offer to cut down the other trees in my back garden, I would, in fact, prefer to keep them. So, basically, two problems solved in one go.

[accelafine]

It's another really nice day, the second in a row, definitely shorts and t-shirt weather, and I've just spent a large chunk of the morning going over my front garden and pulling up any clumps of grass or weeds that had sprung up between the slabs. Some of them were pretty big and not at all easy to remove, even with a trowel, but I think I managed to get the worst ones up. I don't have a compost heap or anything like that, so I just spread out what I'd pulled up over the part of the garden that's actually supposed to be grass.

While tidying up the front garden was long overdue, I also had an ulterior motive. I know the times of my neighbour's regular comings and goings by car, so made sure I was out there when he was due to leave, knowing that if he saw me on my hands and knees, scrabbling around in the dirt, he'd be sure to say hi, or something, and maybe ask if I needed anything. He did, indeed, do so, so I took the opportunity to tell him that while I very much appreciate his offer to cut down the other trees in my back garden, I would, in fact, prefer to keep them. So, basically, two problems solved in one go.

He can't cut down trees on your side. He can only cut off branches that overhang his side. He sounds like a chainsaw Harry. I can't stand them. Tree murderers. It's also nesting season in England.

[Maia]

It's another really nice day, the second in a row, definitely shorts and t-shirt weather, and I've just spent a large chunk of the morning going over my front garden and pulling up any clumps of grass or weeds that had sprung up between the slabs. Some of them were pretty big and not at all easy to remove, even with a trowel, but I think I managed to get the worst ones up. I don't have a compost heap or anything like that, so I just spread out what I'd pulled up over the part of the garden that's actually supposed to be grass.

While tidying up the front garden was long overdue, I also had an ulterior motive. I know the times of my neighbour's regular comings and goings by car, so made sure I was out there when he was due to leave, knowing that if he saw me on my hands and knees, scrabbling around in the dirt, he'd be sure to say hi, or something, and maybe ask if I needed anything. He did, indeed, do so, so I took the opportunity to tell him that while I very much appreciate his offer to cut down the other trees in my back garden, I would, in fact, prefer to keep them. So, basically, two problems solved in one go.

He can't cut down trees on your side. He can only cut off branches that overhang his side. He sounds like a chainsaw Harry. I can't stand them. Tree murderers. It's also nesting season in England.

He does seem a little bit saw-happy, if that's the right word, though to be fair, he did ask. I can't understand why anyone would want to cut down trees, to be honest. My back garden is like a mini forest, and that's exactly how I like it.

[Martin Peter Clarke]

I'm sure everyone recognises the line from W. B. Yeats's The Second Coming,

Nope, not at all. Yeats was not a teacher of how we do our own work.

If you want to know about the second coming and why, it is not in Yeats, it is in the metaphors of the Bible. Some of its even said plainly.

For example, in Revelation. What would happen in history and why, just a reaffirmation of what was said in Genesis. "To destroy those who destroy the earth." for from the start man is made to tend the Garden of God.

And as you see all around you. There are people who are intelligent enough to do it, but so many not. The Book is not about a single person, it has always been about the whole human race. The single person, is only a book mark.
Everything you need to identify that bookmark is in the text. His job is clear, but it is not about that person, it is about humanities response.

If anyone really wanted to know, they would have spent their life in the study of words, the only power a mind has. We map the future with grammar. We standardize our behavior so as to turn the past into a future and to bring that future to pass. It is called learning to predict the results of one's own behavior.
We are given a perfect method of doing our work. So why bitch about things when you really do not care to do it?

You simply do not have a work ethic. or you insist that what you have to do is something which flatters you. Everyone wants to be flattered. Pet me, pet me,
I would rather die an asshole if I could only learn the Word.

So, if you want to know the name of the Bookmark to come, what the name of the person is who will show how to loosen the seals on the Book, which is a metaphor for the mind. It is a very old metaphor, Who in Revelation was told to eat the book, that it would be taste like honey, but it would lead to a very bitter life in the future?
His name is John.
Literacy is all we can do, words are our only power. They are used for mapping the future. The only magic is within.

Was it not written, from the very start, that mankind would not be free and sent to do his own work until he learnt judgment? And what do you imagine that means? Spewing bull shit with words?
To put it simply as a few other's have put it, the survival of life on this planet is contingent upon our literacy, which is the ability to use words in truth.
If you are like other animals, who cannot care, not bright enough, then no one can change that. You have been given a perfect system, but cannot learn how to use two simple concepts. Let your yea's be yea's and your nay's be nay's. Simple assertion and denial.

Try this metaphor, Good and Evil. If all of judgment involves the verb, the goods of a container, is not then, the container evil? Do we eat the cup we drink the coffee from?

I the lord create all the good and all the evil, I the Lord do all these things.

To become like God, to know the difference between good and evil then means, learn the distinction between the noun and the verb, between the relative and correlatives. It is a child's puzzle.

As a Pagan, I prefer to take my inspiration from nature, and this has very little to do with words, and everything to do with emotions. But that's just me, of course. Each to their own, and all that.

Stoicism is its own reward isn't it Maia? “A physician is not angry at the intemperance of a mad patient; nor does he take it ill to be railed at by a man in a fever. Just so should a wise man treat all mankind, as a physician does his patient; and looking upon them only as sick and extravagant.” the superb Seneca. And there is a God! Even in Birmingham! They emptied yer bin!

[Impenitent]

I still prefer jelly filled donuts over glue filled donuts

-Imp

[Phil8659]

Pączki

[Martin Peter Clarke]

Pączki

Do they come in vanilla? Or rather does vanilla come in them?

[Martin Peter Clarke]

I still prefer jelly filled donuts over glue filled donuts

-Imp

K-Y? I don't love them that much.

[Phil8659]

Martin seems to be pondering what it is like to be The Worm Ouroboros

[Maia]

Nope, not at all. Yeats was not a teacher of how we do our own work.

If you want to know about the second coming and why, it is not in Yeats, it is in the metaphors of the Bible. Some of its even said plainly.

For example, in Revelation. What would happen in history and why, just a reaffirmation of what was said in Genesis. "To destroy those who destroy the earth." for from the start man is made to tend the Garden of God.

And as you see all around you. There are people who are intelligent enough to do it, but so many not. The Book is not about a single person, it has always been about the whole human race. The single person, is only a book mark.
Everything you need to identify that bookmark is in the text. His job is clear, but it is not about that person, it is about humanities response.

If anyone really wanted to know, they would have spent their life in the study of words, the only power a mind has. We map the future with grammar. We standardize our behavior so as to turn the past into a future and to bring that future to pass. It is called learning to predict the results of one's own behavior.
We are given a perfect method of doing our work. So why bitch about things when you really do not care to do it?

You simply do not have a work ethic. or you insist that what you have to do is something which flatters you. Everyone wants to be flattered. Pet me, pet me,
I would rather die an asshole if I could only learn the Word.

So, if you want to know the name of the Bookmark to come, what the name of the person is who will show how to loosen the seals on the Book, which is a metaphor for the mind. It is a very old metaphor, Who in Revelation was told to eat the book, that it would be taste like honey, but it would lead to a very bitter life in the future?
His name is John.
Literacy is all we can do, words are our only power. They are used for mapping the future. The only magic is within.

Was it not written, from the very start, that mankind would not be free and sent to do his own work until he learnt judgment? And what do you imagine that means? Spewing bull shit with words?
To put it simply as a few other's have put it, the survival of life on this planet is contingent upon our literacy, which is the ability to use words in truth.
If you are like other animals, who cannot care, not bright enough, then no one can change that. You have been given a perfect system, but cannot learn how to use two simple concepts. Let your yea's be yea's and your nay's be nay's. Simple assertion and denial.

Try this metaphor, Good and Evil. If all of judgment involves the verb, the goods of a container, is not then, the container evil? Do we eat the cup we drink the coffee from?

I the lord create all the good and all the evil, I the Lord do all these things.

To become like God, to know the difference between good and evil then means, learn the distinction between the noun and the verb, between the relative and correlatives. It is a child's puzzle.

As a Pagan, I prefer to take my inspiration from nature, and this has very little to do with words, and everything to do with emotions. But that's just me, of course. Each to their own, and all that.

Stoicism is its own reward isn't it Maia? “A physician is not angry at the intemperance of a mad patient; nor does he take it ill to be railed at by a man in a fever. Just so should a wise man treat all mankind, as a physician does his patient; and looking upon them only as sick and extravagant.” the superb Seneca. And there is a God! Even in Birmingham! They emptied yer bin!

Yes, even in this benighted place, the Goddess can occasionally still manifest.

Actually, overall, I quite like it here. It is my home, after all. Did you know that there are more trees in Birmingham, per person, than any other city in Europe? Or something like that, anyway.