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If great minds do harmonise,
tiny minds, too, see eye to eye.

I fear unfinished things. I know myself too well and have too much experience of things that have been begun, put aside for a moment and then never returned to. I move on too quickly. Generally, I must strike while the iron is hot or the moment passes and I no longer agree with myself. Although that is not entirely true. Some things take an age to write. But, with me, that is before I type a word; the thing, whatever it is, sits in my subconscious mind, maturing or festering, until one day it is ready to be written. Force it and I am done for - it will never be finished.
A quote from an email my wife sent me years ago:

"No one has a poet emergency, no one calls up the local poet for a housecall or an emergency bit of verse. Still I see copyrights everywhere."

So true...
Listening to a pair of ladies sorting through a pile of old clothes to be given away. The cries go up, "Isn't that pretty? Are you sure this is to go?" "This is rather nice too."

Being of a contrary mind, I wonder immediately who designs the clothes that aren't pretty and why they do that. Wouldn't it make sense if they only made the pretty things and saved on all that effort and expense in making ugly or plain things? It really does seem a bit silly.
The problem with karma is that so few of us recognise it when it comes round. So rarely do our attitudes to an event change in the years before karma appears on our doorstep, that we are unable to see the connection of its arrival with that past event. The onlooker can see it, having stored a rather different view of the event in his memory, but his smug look as we stare karma in the face means nothing to us.

So the whole point of karma as a cautionary tale is wasted and I wonder why we bothered to invent the concept.

The circular nature of the theory of karma.
Since karma is supposed to be consequence for actions, perhaps the inability to learn from it due to our self-serving memory is simply karmic.
Good point. But karma remains pointless in that case.
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I learned something today (not bad for 7:19am, hey?). Don't write it if your heart's not in it.

That's it, short and sweet.
You know, I'm going to agree to 50%.
If you attempt to write something amazing, the don't do it when your heart isn't in it. But sometimes, forcing yourself to write something. Anything. 100 words can get you stimulated for more and better writing after a while. I did that today. I had a prompt that had me come up blank for several minutes. Then, I forced myself to write something. It was short, it was crap in itself, but it informed some of my other creative writing plans for another piece.
True enough, Annette. But the point is that your heart was in it eventually. Without that, it's not going to be great. *Wink*
One reason for watching Mindhunter on the television is that they find really interesting songs to play as the credits run at the end. This morning they came up with a Police song that I've never heard before in spite of it being released in 1981. Both the music (Sting's inimitable bass) and the lyrics are seriously compelling and I don't know why. Here's the first verse:

I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws till I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring

And the song:

I may write something inspired by this...
It's unusual, Sally. Pace extremely slow but manages to be fascinating even so. Well worth watching.
Once I've seen it I will let you know what I think.
I love Mindhunter!
I wrote something today. At first, I thought I'd post it in this Newsfeed. It is, after all, good news about our purpose for being on this planet and I could be pardoned for wanting to share it with others. But then I thought, no, it would be better preserved in my portfolio where people would be able to benefit from it for years to come. So here it is (be not afraid - it's very short):

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If that is our purpose, then we outgrow our purpose quite soon, but live on for many years. No wonder so many search for purpose, and finding none, drop out of society and spend their days struggling with dandelions.
In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man would be declared insane and placed in an asylum.

In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to be running away.

In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man would be declared insane and placed in an asylum.
Yeah, if they could find him.

In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to be running away.
You, me and TS Eliot should discuss this.
As regards the first statement, I think it assumes that the one-eyed man would attempt to persuade everyone of the things that he could see. That would be their opportunity to grab him.

Did TS Eliot say that? If he did, it just goes to show that great minds think alike.
I was reading with intent to review a story by ridinghhood--p. boutilier entitled
 Old Mermaids  (18+)
a modern day mermaid tale
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(read it - it's wonderful) when a thought occurred to me. Why, I thought, do so many mythical creatures depend on their having at least partial resemblance to humans? We give a human a fish tail and call it a mermaid. Tack a horse's body on to a human and we have a centaur. And so on and so on.

But there are other animals that appear to be constructions of several unrelated animals. The platypus, for example. Are not these the mythical creatures of the animal kingdom? Except that they really exist. And, if such things can be in reality, why should not the creatures of our myths have been real at some time in the past? Or even the present (take a bow, Bigfoot).

If nothing else, this theory means that we can stop pretending that manatees resemble women with fish tails!