Scattered Bits and Broken Pieces…

[thoughts from ~burning woman~ ]

A quote from the movie, Trial and Error(1997) “The guy’s an asshole, Charlie.”
“I know.”
“Do you know why he’s an asshole? Because he’s never taken responsibility for anything he’s ever done; ’cause he’s got a story for everything and if the truth catches up to him then hey, he just tells one more lie to stay ahead of it. That sound familiar?”

If someone, anyone, after some discussion, ventures the remark, expresses the opinion that, “…you surely have had a hard life” it is wisest to reply, “yes, I suppose I did” and always add, just as you would add a spoonful of sugar to a cup of black coffee, “but never as hard as many others and no harder than some” thus making an end of the matter by not allowing pride to take root in false humility.

The candle flickered, throwing around a bit of unsteady light only it wasn’t a candle, it was the gas heater in the corner of the dark room, the flickering light coming through the glass front. It was the fire I was looking at while a line, a quote, kept going through my head: ‘Those who would give light must endure burning.’ I’ve watched many a combustible give light being eaten alive by fire, consumed, not by choice but by nature and position.

It’s discouraging to realize how many people are shocked by [political] honesty and how few by [political] deceit.

I am a truth teller; I always tell the truth and I am lying to you right now, everything I say is a lie.

“The world’s debt currently exceeds $86,000 per person on average, according to the International Monetary Fund (IMF). The US, China, and Japan are the top three global borrowers, accounting for more than half of the global debt. Source: Global debt hits all-time high of $184,000,000,000,000” — RT Business News RT.com 15 Dec, 2018

“I am reading the book of human sin. When I’m done I’ll cast it into the fire and all their sins will be gone.” (The Island – Russian movie)

To ponder: Electricity is NOT an energy source.

Some statistics on the great pyramid: Weighs 6 million tons. Covers 13 acres. 750 feet per side, 481 feet high. Contains over two and a half million individual blocks of stone.

Theremin: the only musical instrument played without being touched. Invented by a Russian physicist in 1919.

Most people are other people; their thoughts are someone else’s opinions; their lives a mimicry; their passion a quotation.” (Oscar Wilde)

“What is the meaning of it, Watson? What is the object of this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must have a purpose or our universe has no meaning and that is unthinkable. But what is that purpose? That… is humanity’s great problem… to which reason, so far, has no answer.” (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

It’s not ‘jurybuilt’ it’s ‘jerrybuilt’ for quick, cheap assembly or construction. It’s not ‘jerry rigged’ it’s ‘jury rigged’ – quick assembly for temporary use.

“We all fear death and question our place in the universe. The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.” (movie: Midnight in Paris) [yes that remains the artist’s job. The priesthood and science have both glaringly failed in finding that antidote.]

The third major cause of blindness is cataracts. The first two causes are politics and religion.

I understand that practicality and realism are alien concepts in American politics, to be approached with trepidation, but maybe, just once, we should think before sticking our private parts into a wood-chipper. Just once. I do not propose consistent rationality, forethought, or intelligent behavior. I profoundly respect my country’s traditions. (Fred Reed)

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. (George Carlin)

A woman’s mind is a strange pool to slip into at birth. It is set within parameters by the first few months of listening and seeing. Her infant mind is a vast blank template that absorbs all and stores it away. In those first few months come role acceptance, a beginning of attitude, and a hint of future achievement. Listening to adults and observing their actions builds a storehouse of preconceptions and warnings: Do not see those ghosts on bedroom walls—they aren’t there! None of the rest of us can see your imaginary companions, darling… It’s something you have to understand. And so from some dim beginning, not ex nihilo but out of totality, the woman begins to pare her infinite self down. She whittles away at this unwanted piece, that undesired trait. She forgets in time that she was once part of all and turns to the simple tune of life, rather than to the endless and symphonic before. She forgets those companions who danced on the ceiling above her bed and called to her from the dark. (Wind from a Burning Woman – Greg Bear)

“‘Til next time!…” ~burning woman~

28 thoughts on “Scattered Bits and Broken Pieces…

  1. jim-

    Love the Oscar Wilde quote. It takes a little journey of self discovery to really find out who we are, to develop our own thoughts. Anyone who passionately holds mere belief is not themselves

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      True, and anyone who wants to read more from yourself on that topic should most certainly visit your blog…

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      1. jim-

        Wow! Thank you. That is quite a compliment from someone I regard so highly. Thanks again.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        Oh… ahhh… well, I’m desiccated with humblisness… Seriously, thank you Jim, even if I have real trouble with being regarded as such. In any case, I should have posted a link to your blog, my oversight, hopefully corrected here: https://jimoeba.wordpress.com/ Keep those highly readable, informative short posts coming. I don’t often comment on them because, well, binder dundat and you know I know you know…

      3. jim-

        Yep I know you know. I appreciate your helping me along. So many of our options are placed before us, including the questions we should ask. The truth is not in any prearranged dogma or creed. Those are the trick we get to choose from.

      4. Sha'Tara Post author

        You seem to be echoing rawgod here, methinks. I love it when good minds agree in principle and give me stuff to chew on.

      5. jim-

        I’ve been quietly gathering from all of you. Really is a privilege to have so many fine thoughts and minds pass this way. No reason I shouldn’t have the best ideas to simmer in a while.

  2. selizabryangmailcom

    The irony about many artists being, of course, that they do often succumb to despair, because the very act of attempting to stuff material into the black hole of existence involves them staring into the emptiness an inordinate amount of time. It’s a lot like staring into the sun and risking blindness, I think.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      An true artist looks at life and falls into despair… What actually causes the despair? A. C. Doyle speaks of a circle of misery, violence and fear which he believes must have a purpose. When something has a purpose then existence is no longer emptiness. Reason, he says, does not give us the answer, yet for life to be meaningful, there must be reason. For me, the days of suicidal despair were when my religion failed me completely and I fell in the emptiness and there was nothing to see there, nothing tangible, good or evil and my religious life had been based entirely on everything being either good or bad, no middle ground, no exceptions. An untenable and unsustainable position especially trying to raise a family at the time. I was lifted out of that non-place and severely chastised and challenged. I wasn’t given the answer to the question, what is the source, hence, meaning of life, but with enough prompting I came to reason that “life” was a completely personal matter and no one and nothing else’s business. I had to decide for myself what meaning my life would have, and would portray. I needed a personal and all-absorbing purpose for it and I chose to dedicate myself to becoming a compassionate being. All I knew was that nothing trumped compassion and it could fly as a stand-alone program; that it could adapt itself perfectly to my human frame of mind and needed nothing else to function. It worked – lucky or what?

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      1. rawgod

        IMO it is exactly because there is no reason for life that gives it the potential to be meaningful. We actually have to live life in order to move towards creating purpose where there is presently none. It is the ultimate riddle, how can we give purpose to something that does not have one?
        Life has always been said to be mysterious, but really it is quite simple. Live to learn. There is nothing that can be taught.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        That’s great “food for thought” because if there was ONE REASON, then forget everything else: no freedom, no choice, no possibility ever of creating a non-programmed environment. I hope I am not totally contradicting myself here, but your comment is the most succinct. We, ourselves, individually, give life meaning, for ourselves alone which does not mean that put together, it gives life ONE REASON. There is never a ONE REASON. Am I grokking you on that, rawgod?

      3. rawgod

        Mostly. I am saying with “enough living” (an indefinable quantity that can only be discovered by getting there) we the living beings of the cosmos might be able to someday create that purpose for life that we can only think might exist right now.
        Yes, we can each find our individual purpose, but those purposes are not cumulative–at least not in my vision. Yet we can only get there through cumulative living, building on that which has come before, but invisible in its own totablity. Like looking at trees, but not seeing the forest. How big is the forest? Impossible to see, because you cannot see it all at once.
        Clear as mud, lol.

      4. selizabryangmailcom

        Yeah. It does seem like/is a truth that when one has compassion, it can even pull one out of despair, because the focus shifts to someone else and genuine *caring* about another/others seems to muscle everything else out, namely self-pity, depression, funk, blues, even artistic despair. There’s just no room for both, thank God! (Or whoever) 🙂

      5. Sha'Tara Post author

        Great comment. Quote: “when one has compassion, it can even pull one out of despair, because the focus shifts to someone else and genuine *caring* about another/others seems to muscle everything else out, namely self-pity, depression, funk, blues, even artistic despair.”

        Speaking of bull’s eye, that sums up the compassionate quite adequately. When one becomes truly compassionate all the vices known to, and practiced by, man become as water off a duck’s back. It is a powerful thing, when understood and practiced with the awareness and the skills of a Jedi master to the Force. We have this force within ourselves but we are programmed to choose system-approved lesser concepts instead. For example, love. So many have no idea that love and compassion are diametrically opposed. Yet it’s so obvious: love is exclusive, however one shakes it whereas compassion can only function in inclusiveness.

  3. Woebegone but Hopeful

    Hi Sha’ Tara.
    These set me thinking, and…..
    As, for administrative purposes, this year comes to an end I look back, find I am in disagreement with many people over many things and thus feel quite liberated.
    Do you think this freedom will last?

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      That depends, Roger. Freedom (in the true meaning of the word) can only be part of those willing and able to practice total detachment. As long as we care and count more on results than how we go about obtaining those results, we will be slaves of those attachments and will never experience real freedom. Now detachment as I use it is never synonymous with aloofness, quite the opposite. In means the freedom to plunge wholeheartedly into events and situations in order to effect perceived needed change but without personal attachments to the issues, the people involved or results, as in success or failure. It should be readily understood that any person/being able to do this would in the end be the most effective of all because such freedom or choice and action begets same in others without force or control. As an aside, these are the types of people who make the best leaders yet are seldom, if ever, chosen because they never toot their own horns, hence they cannot “campaign” for themselves. That is how it ought to be and yet of our greatest, most admired, remembered and revered way showers and change makers, none ever reached that level of commitment. We must, sadly, wait for the next ‘wave’ of change agents… the morally and mentally advanced “mutants” of a coming age to usher in a whole new civilization which will automatically reject all aspects of the old, particularly its innate violence. (Got off the topic a bit, but what the heck, it’s my blog, hey?)

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      1. Woebegone but Hopeful

        Yeah, it’s your blog Sha’ Tara, own it!
        In view of
        (A) The antics of both public and politician over Brexit.
        (B) The stunning levels of ignorance of the tides of History displayed by the ‘professionally’ outraged on various FaceBook forums.
        I am currently residing between two universes
        (1) My Home and Family &
        (2) The realm where Arketre, Karlyn & Trelli dwell.
        In this I am nearly content (which is about as good as it gets).
        No doubt at some stage the World will come hammering on my door, in the meantime I’ll try and make the most of it.

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        When the world comes hammering on my door, I’ll either won’t answer the door, or I’ll boldly say, “Ain’t nobody home but this chick, and she’s past her prime so move on, boys.”

  4. sloppy buddhist

    She whittles away at this unwanted piece….your writing creates wonderful imagery for me…thank you Sha’ Tara…appreciate your posts. smiles hedy ☺️💫

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      1. Sha'Tara Post author

        Thank you, and I often have the same problem commenting. What do you say to someone who just scored a bullseye in an archery competition? Do you comment at length on the archer’s stance, the quality/length of the bow, the brand of arrow, the feathering, the wind, the light, the… whatever? Sometimes just saying “Bullseye!” is best…

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