Written Words Never Die
Historical fiction – India
LOL….I like your humor….although this saga is in our nature, with a little tweaking and redirecting of our thoughts and spoken words, we would find our own minds are our worst enemies or our best friends….. 🙂
That is interesting – our minds being our worst enemies or best friends. Same can be said for our hearts, I reckon. Cheers, Eric
so true, and I have been trying hard to find exceptions to the rule, but still searching.
Whenever Man finds a good system, others jump in and sully it…
I think it is difficult for us to enter into any relationship without tripping into pride and attempting to exert influence over one another.
In a family, I think the older ones normally are self-appointed pharoahs until the slaves rebel or outfight them – either mentally or physically. The pharoahs ruling often gets overthrown though the element is suppressed to be manifested at the next opportune time. But typically this occurence is also apparent in work or any social gatherings.
Yes, you are right. Everyone wants to be the Alpha male or female…
Back to Marx’s dialectic.
Nothing good came out of that…
But humanity is so cantankerous…it reaps what it deserves
Or, as the OccupyWallStreet movement would say, “always the 1%ers ruling us 99%ers!”
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t envy the people who work hard, produce ‘real’ goods and services and contribute to humanity through jobs, etc.
I am dead set against all the vultures who line the street between farmer/producer and consumer. What takes a dollar to produce costs the consumer about seven dollars due to all the ‘markets’ > or more specifically the speculators in the commodity market, the stock market and the money markets. I would love to lock away these blue suited crooks.
yup, very true, Eric!
Scary isn’t it, how ingenious Man is – he subverts every new system of governance
Quite true I suspect.
It is a constant quest to embrace something better. Question is, are humans ready for ‘something better’
Oh its so true..hmm never saw it that way…
its always an Ahaism here in your sphere 🙂
which btw is really good thing 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂
thats the gist of all these “isms”
In thousands of years, nothing much has changed – that is human evolution I suppose…marching on the spot with an occasional change of music.
I really like the look of these short poems of yours, and the content speaks for itself.
I have a dream; I am driving down the free-way and see your quotes life size on a billboard.What an awakening that would be..
Oh, Jackie – you are so very sweet with this compliment. Thank you dear.
We drive along the highway and pass billboards…we ignore most, remember some and in time forget most of these, but sometimes we remember one or two… forever. Sometimes I wonder, we focus on the destination…but perhaps, the journey is the destination.
Posted a comment in your post > Seventeen Seconds
If only…there was no lying, cheating, or power hungry dealings…
Yes, that would be lovely.
When we read history about people worshipping the ‘golden calf’, we wonder how people can be so myopic…wonder no more!
Eric, your words ring with realism. I’d quote Ferris Bueller — but you expressly forbid me to! …
LOL – yes, I want to hear your thoughts 🙂
Use your own words…I would welcome it.
Certain it is : equality is not. Love David
Many of the ‘heroes’ gracing glossy magazines are nothing more than crooks…
But with “Ericsm”, I’m sure there’s no pharaoh or slaves on that one. Only enlightment.. 🙂
Oh God! Pak Subhan,
We pray for humility and enlightenment.
Peace, Eric 🙂
very true!! “Ism” brings that along…
Thank you Soumya dear – perhaps we need to look at something that lacks an ‘ism’
Frankly, I think we ought to turn governance over to women > the men had their chance and made a royal mess!
🙂 🙂 :-)…before I could think over it..
So true. Very observant 🙂
After thousands of years, Man has still not figured out an enduring system of governance…instituitions change, names change, but…
I posted the following comment in your Silence (FSF) – it probably sits in your WP spam folder. Anyway, here goes > prompt word Silence, 5 sentence fiction >
She is quiet but very loud in what she does not say. Quite often she argues not to demolish but to embellish. She is the perfect teacher, who teaches without words. She is the perfect taskmaster who reprimands quietly. She is my conscience.
Thank you Ibu Mei. Peace, Eric 🙂
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