Porthole

Quoting the Wisdom of Donald?

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It's 10:47 p.m. It's still Monday. I'm fading, but at least I had nothing important planned. That means I should do something, anything, that needs doing... *sigh*

The advantage of being a nobody who is never (actually seldom) read is that I can post with very few consequences. I responded to Robert:

"Nice Bible quote. Unfortunately it gets buried by "Hate Thy Neighbor. Donald 1:2." and "Love Me. Donald 1:1."

So nice to combine two taboos! And, yes it's hyperbole. And no... The Wisdom of Donald isn't found in every Bible. Just some.

You are right that neither teachers nor politicians nor preachers are always right or wrong. But so many seem to have rejected critical thinking and instead adhere to anti-science mutterings.

As for the internet ... face-to-face has the advantage of using all the senses, not just some. And it can be verified in real time whether the person you are interacting with is a hologram or not. And ... on-line lies are fossilized in memes and repetitions of lies from 2016, 1999, 1864 ... etc. What may have been true then may be true no longer.

Except of course the verified video of Hillary starting WW2. I have a copy I can lend you.

3:47 a.m. and 41 degrees. I got up or a glass of milk. I couldn't sleep. I wasn't dreaming per se, more like a daydream of wandering off to Norway, lost until I came upon a grave in Molde that had my true name on it. Yes, I am aware that I'm sitting in a chair in Montana writing this but "I was there" planting pansies on my grave, writing about the life of a ghost, and reciting my poem titled "Marit". I kan ikkje snakker på norsk, men i Molde kunne I ikkje snakker på engelsk. I Amerika hadde I en hund og der ei kat "Sjasta" kjem heim med meg frå gravlunden. No vil I gjerne sove. Men vi får se.

Of course, seeing an awardicon message in my inbox might not let me sleep. 1st prize for a poem I had great doubts about even submitting as I was concerned it might offend someone . I am so confused.

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I wish to live before I die  (E) You rummaged among the dead, discovered death. I breathe and yet you do not feel my breath #2245229 by Kåre Enga in Montana

Noonish and warming, a sunny 47 degrees.

I googled the name that came to mind in a daydream early this morning: Tun Øystein Ny... maybe Tønnes Øystein Nyberg? (but I could be wrong on first and last name) I googled it to be sure because as odd as it seems what seems odd is sometimes close to true. It may as easily have been Trond Nilsen which is more Norwegian and people with that name actually exist. Nyberg is Swedish but found in Norway.

So much for silliness. As for "Marit" ... Rosepiken is a bronze statue in Molde. I've been there and taken a picture, visited the rose gardens above and behind her. I need to write that poem; in my mind, I already have or will, so...

https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo-statue-of-the-rose-maiden-girl-and-fountain-ne...

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