BACK TO THE PLANET OF THE APES

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BACK TO THE PLANET OF THE APES

Many of my friends with whom I have enjoyed the convenience of cellular conversations, no longer answer when I call; they tell me I should text. The result is that I have fewer cellular conversations.

Texting is not a replacement for speech; it is in fact, a threat to spoken vocabulary. We all possess several vocabularies. The most limited of these sub-categories is Text Language which is the smallest of them all. TL is quickly replacing our reporting vocabulary, our reading vocabulary and our conversational vocabulary, all of which until recently were for most people our largest vocabularies.

The smart phone is returning us to a Planet of the Apes.

 

 

 

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A CONVERSATION BETWEEN CURIOUS ABNER AND THE PSYCHEDELIC TOAD

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A CONVERSATION BETWEEN CURIOUS ABNER AND THE PSYCHEDELIC TOAD


Curio:     Hey Psycho, ya want some peanuts.

Psycho: Nah, I eat bugs, Man.

Curio:     Carnivores need fiber too.

Psycho:  Don’t think so.

Curio:      I don’t believe this; I just now finished eating one half cup of peanuts on the half shell. The dregs from my snack fill a cup;
Why do you think that happened?

Psycho: “Why” is a road paved with good intentions but which travels  through an orchard of wormy apples.

Curio:      Okay Wise Guy, I’ll ignore the inane metaphor and ask you what  you think my question should be. 

Psycho: You’re way ahead of me Curio; that was the right question.

Curio: Really!! So what does your Royal Hoppiness think my next
question should be?

Psycho: Dude… Go for it. You are definitely on a roll.

Curio: I am? So, how’s by come I ended up with more trash than I
started with?

Psycho: I’m not sure Curio. Are you talkin’ about the way you eat or the way you think?

 

LANCELOT, A FREE MAN

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LANCELOT, A FREE MAN

Lancelot was a free man, deterred by naught, encumbered by little, a seeker of truth who in truth and completely unknown to his otherwise bright, intelligent self, was actually looking for one safe place in a very dangerous world.

Like all free thinkers, the sculptor, the architect, the composer, the scientist, Lancelot continued on The Path remaining true to his quest for Truth, accumulating nothing, enjoying every sign of life   and discovering at least one new thing every day of his planetary journey, until…

Lancelot discovered Camelot.

It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was warm, the birds were singing, and the wispy clouds added a touch of pastel pleasantness to it all.

Thinking this to be the repository for the truth he sought and inspired by the Love that he was discovering, Camelot appeared to Lancelot to be the goal which had been his for so very long.

“Yes”, said Lancelot “I want this”.

His acceptance however was an error of judgment. Yes, Camelot offered Knowledge and Camelot offered  Love, but in order to be experienced, these Gifts Of The Present needed to be shared. He could remain in Camelot and share Love and absorb the Knowledge but this would be the end of his search. And such was his Revelation.

Camelot was a timeless worm hole which with every step forward revealed only sameness.  Accustomed to enjoying the changes of The Path Lancelot’s Gift of the Present was devoid of stimuli; Lancelot needed change.

Camelot’s Present was no Gift. Lancelot was beginning to understand that the path he had taken which brought him to Camelot in the first place, need not stop at Camelot or at any other place; the Path was indeed where he needed to be and so Lancelot blinked three times and pressed forward.

Lancelot was once again a free man, deterred by naught, encumbered by little, a seeker of truth who in truth and somewhat more aware now, this reasonably intelligent man on the Path  was no longer seeking one safe place in a dangerous world.

Like all free thinkers, the sculptor, the architect, the composer, the scientist, Lancelot re-embarked on his lifelong path of Truth, accumulating nothing, enjoying everything and discovering at least one new thing every day of his planetary journey.

Lancelot was a free man.

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WORDS THAT RHYME WITH ORANGE

 

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WORDS  THAT  RHYME  WITH  ORANGE

 

Why only two opinions to every issue?

Why only two political parties?

Two genders?

Why only left and right?

 

Right and wrong?

Good and bad?

Green and ripe?

I prefer  red white and blue,

Words that rhyme with orange,

Twenty kinds of potato chips,

Kissing the lips of the women ‘veI loved and

Every kind of candy imaginable.