http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/ VISIONARIES Wed, 19 Sep 2007 04:15:01 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2007. http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/21.html Wed, 19 Sep 2007 12:08:32 GMT Coming out of the office building, I smell my favorite fragrance in the world – the smell of rain. A coworker asked 'smell?', I replied with a noncommittal shrug and simply said 'yes, smell'. That scent, fragrance, odor or aroma...whatever that you smell as the earth's thirst is slaked by the rain. Its weird I know. But that particular scent reminds me that everything gets cleaned, washed up and washed away. Anything dirty gets cleaned up in some way or another. Just the same as I like the smell of a newly-bathed baby – pure and innocent. The smell of rain cleans the dirty,... (more) http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=21 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/20.html Tue, 10 Oct 2006 05:52:12 GMT This excerpt from The Restaurant at the end of the Universe by Douglas Adams reminds me of a class in Philisophy about how we percieve things. This is just Part 1. I have not much time to type the whole excerpt up. ehhehe. ..... "In there?" shouted Trillian above the noise of the rain. "Yes," said Zarniwoop. "That shack?" "Yes." "Weird," said Zaphod."But it's in the middle of nowhere," said Trillian. "We must have come to the wrong place. You can't rule the Universe from a shack." They hurried through the pouring rain, and arrived, wet through, at the door. They knocked. They... (more) http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=20 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html Tue, 10 Oct 2006 05:51:40 GMT i just reread the sequel to Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams entitled The Restaurant at the end of the Universe. I read a verse that was actually quoted to me by an acquaintance and i simply would like to share to those who read this crap of mine. Here goes.... " The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why and Where phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question, "How can we eat?", the second by... (more) http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=19 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/18.html Tue, 10 Oct 2006 05:50:41 GMT WE COME TOGETHER, LIKE DROPS OF WATER, LIKE ASTRAL BODIES WE OPPOSE EACH OTHER, LIKE MAGNETS, LIKE COLOR OF SKIN ------- BLEACH http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=18 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html Tue, 10 Oct 2006 05:44:46 GMT to quote that little rascal's movie decisions... decisions... decisions... being old and having to make your own decisions is certainly tiresome. choices... choices... choices... i have to make a choice now. this turning point of my life or do i have to choose, according to an old friend just a week ago, " the lesser evil". oh well, i am going home and i get to weigh my decision in (i hope!) a practical and objective manner or do i go berserk and go with my emotions again. heheheheh. http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=17 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html Tue, 10 Oct 2006 05:44:12 GMT makulay at mapayapa ang iginuhit ng bolpen kong ito. isang tagpong kailan man ay di ko maatim na maiguhit ng bolpen ko. lobo't mg laruan, mga batang nagsisyahan, ang guhit ng bolpen ko. napaloob sa isang kuwadrado, nakatuntong sa isang eskaparate ang iginuhit ng bolpen kong pula. http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=16 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html Thu, 05 Oct 2006 02:04:38 GMT hahay... isang bagong umaga na naman. pagkagising maliligo at pupunta sa trabahong ndi ka naman binabayaran para lang mayroong magawa at di magpataba nang nakahiga sa isang kawayang kama pinuputakte ng nakaraan at kinabukasan. sa eskaparateng bubog nakatunganga buong maghapon habang sa mukha nakapaskil ang isang ngiting nagtatago ng matinding kalungkutan dulot ng kasawiang hindi man lang masabisabi kaninuman. ang puso nagdurugo naghihilom. isang sadista nabubuhay sa sakit at kalungkutan na idinudulot sa sarili. *SSDD = Same Shit Different Day http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=15 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html Fri, 29 Sep 2006 13:03:46 GMT To some, indulge me... Convince me that you read things other than what is required of you. That despite everything you're still free. Perhaps not as free as me... but free in whatever terms you assume being "free" to mean whether you're a realist or an idealist. After this, hopefully, we can proceed to attempt "freedom." UNDER A CERTAIN LITTLE STAR Wislawa Szymborska My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity in case I'm mistaken. May happiness not be angry if I take it for my own. May the dead forgive me that their memory's but a flicker. My... (more) http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=14 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html Fri, 29 Sep 2006 13:03:11 GMT In a Charlie Brown cartoon, Charlie is eating a peanut-butter- and-jelly sandwich, and as he eats he notices his hands and becomes enamored with them. He holds them up and starts looking up at them, then muses: "I like my hands. They are fascinating. They really are. I have nice hands. They have a lot of character. Do you realize that these two little hands may someday accomplish greater things? These hands may someday do marvelous works...miracles. They may build mighty bridges, or heal the sick, or hit home runs, or write soul-stirring novels..." Lucy finally interrupts this... (more) http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13 http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html Fri, 29 Sep 2006 13:01:17 GMT This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too. How do we know it isn't what goes on at the cool debaucheries of slugs under damp pieces of cardboard? As for the weed- seedlings nosing their tough snouts... (more) http://marx-morpheus.blogdrive.com/comments?id=12