Curtis Lowe…
On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
old preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay
well he lived a lifetime playin the black man’s blues
and on the day he lost his life that’s all he had to lose.
No matter where I go, there but for the grace of no gods, I am.

On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
old preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay
well he lived a lifetime playin the black man’s blues
and on the day he lost his life that’s all he had to lose.
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, it’s old age, and it’s wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
Yeah, ain’t but one thing to do
Spend my nat’ral life with you,
You’re the finest dog I knew, so fine.
When you’re old and your eyes are dim,
There ain’t no old Shep gonna happen again,
We’ll still go walking down country lanes,
I’ll sing the same old songs,
Hear me call your name.â«âȘâ«
I am looking forward to a large family gathering here at the house to celebrate. Family time is the best! I don’t care what anyone says.
OK – what are the ingredients of any so-called religion? Any different from a “cosmology” or world view?
Dogmas = Givens
Doctrine = Teachings
Morality = Mores
Faith = In ______ we trust
Religious Fundamentals = Basic or Core Values
Rituals abound in everyday life with or without religion.
Inspiration – Inspiration
etc.
Another Janetism, or two:
“It just doesn’t make any sense if that makes sense.”
Oh really? And another thing:
“That’s the problem: the cups you’re drinking throw everything off.”
There are more people in the United States who cannot read than who doubt the existence of Yahweh.
UFB!
Do what you wanna do. I can’t tell you who to sock it to.
I’m not trying to run your life,
I know you wanna do what’s right,
Ah, give your love girl, do whatever you choose,
How can you lose, with the stuff you use?
“i donât think there are âpointsâ where anything happens. itâs more gradual. we tend to only notice the parts when change accelerates. every moment is defined by the collection of moments before it. i think we try to break down life too much. weâve calculated time down to the second, down to hundredths of seconds, even smaller. weâve analyzed our bodies down into cells, atoms, electrons and protons and neutrons. but when it comes down to it, doesnât there have to be something smaller? and doesnât there have to be something bigger? i mean, infinity canât be the biggest.
sometimes i think that it doesnât even matter. sometimes i think that we get so caught up in defining every little thing and searching for solidified answers that we miss out on a lot of too much. and the argument to that is: we have to search for answers somewhere; we have to learn about something. and i donât think there are wrong things to search for or to find. i mean, sometimes i smack myself for writing about love so much. love canât be broken down into atoms and cells and concrete things. even if it is chemicals, itâs different stimulants for each person. as for right or wrong, some say that every tiny piece of existence has its purpose and its place. but that question can only be answered by each individual. and itâs okay to find wrong things. use your judgment to find where those wrong pieces belong. just because a puzzle piece doesnât fit where youâre looking doesnât mean it doesnât have somewhere it belongs. there are other slots, there are other puzzles. or just because one half fits, doesnât mean you have everything figured out.
anythingâs possible. iâd like to think that there are limits and impossibilities to a small extent. iâm unsure of the connections between the heart and the head and whatâs physically able to happen. maybe iâm dreaming beyond whatâs capable by the heart. maybe iâm just writing a lot of scenes from a movie. movies are all imagination, and thatâs why the situations go beyond logical thought in our lives. i guess that someday, somewhere far down the line, something will fall faster than gravity should allow it to. i canât even say that all i know is whatâs in front of me, because itâs not. somewhere, tomorrow, a record of some sort will be broken, whether or not itâs important to science and the human existence.
change is evident, and thatâs why itâs okay to accept the fact that there are some things that are unsolvable right now in this moment. we just have to decide which things are worth looking for and solving. i think weâre obsessed with asking questions to try to figure things out. but there are things to be excited about and things to be confused about. and sometimes those confusions are okay how they are. for our sanityâs sake, we have to stop trying to define everything at some point. because itâs all about perspective, and we need to realize others see it differently. the pieces and parts may be the same, but they can be arranged in various ways. or we can change one part. replacing the end of a rake with the head of an axe changes a tool into a weapon. we get obsessed with things that are single-handedly controllable because itâs damn near impossible to have control over everything. there are too many outside influences. and who knows where fate fits into that. from left to right, from me to you, everythingâs at a different angle. we can feel overwhelmed in this world when at certain angles, standing as one in a world of six billion. but our minds are expansive, extravagant, and can encompass lengths and widths beyond our comprehension. still, there are intricacies in everything, and if you can break the human soul into millions of muscles and theories and emotions, i can divide an axe into the same.
also, i’m leaving soon. day after my birthday.
i’ll be writing in my notebook/my mind.”
Jessica Randall
06/01/06