...though boring us now, this constant war between you two will be good practice I s'pose... "...ah the old no offence, but..." Jats smiles "...I have a post for that, though none will be taken, in fact far from it, for that is an easy perception to make and has some truth, more for me than the others, as I just love to say I told you so, however you will find as we continue, for those that read it all that is, it was no different before we came along to comment here, for humans no matter their beliefs always end up fighting amongst their-selves..." and Jats shrugs, slightly disappointed though unsurprised again "...and so we will take it all with equal measure those who love us and those who hate us for both serve as reminders to 'daily life', as we merely continue fighting without fighting then..." bows Jats now in his inimitable style
"...we never say the good things enough do we, it's a human trait, why enthuse, when derision, or even better, nothing, will do, that stony criticism of silence, or the instant put down, oh some are really good at that, and why is it we can't encourage, praise, appreciate, applaud what someone can do, especially if it's something they are better at than you, for surely no one, in this day and age, treats children otherwise, yet find it harder to do the same in 'real life' with the grown ups, especially the family, so, we stick with the sarcasm, the dig, the snipe, and then are perplexed, shaking our heads in resignation, at what we have created and wrought upon ourselves..." as Jats now pats the chameleon on the head who just wanted to say 'fuck you too' instead, as usual
"Over there, on the beach." He said. Dejavu knew war was a bore, but not everybody agreed with him. It was like a finger pointing away to the moon, if you concentrated on the finger you'd miss all the heavenly glory, unless of course it was a particularly heavenly finger. "Hard to say enough good things about eachother in here, when we've never met in person, and are not likely to do so." He laughed. It wasn't his best laughter though. "Writers are prone to beaching themselves," he bemoaned, "not to mention setting themselves adrift for all their sailing out. Their best as writers is alone no matter how they want to come together." He was beginning to feel down and out. "We show up though." He smiled. "Good practice?!" If he was going to know what for, he would have to go deep into his wilderness, and away from the interweb. Dejavu did not have children like his livewriting friends. Perhaps they existed in the future.
"enough good things to say about each other, even on here, especially on here where the illusion can surpass reality, but when reality catches up it could be even be better than the illusion, one might never know." The little mouse laughs and encourages Dejavu, "Do not feel down and out or even beached, for all you know the next divine wildness might be nigh and open for your ways to practice upon. Who knows the future?" She asks and isn't it wise to keep the inner child alive and well?
:sunny: "We are accountable to the effects of our own thinking and there are no idle thoughts." thedope shuddered at Dejavu's suggestion, "to make another accountable for the tenor of our own experience is to depreciate the creative power of our own mind and creates a sense of victimization where there are only victors or vectors of agreement. There is no tragedy in one who doesn't agree to it and a really curious thing is that when this is stated many will insist upon the existence of tragedy quite apart from their finding of it as though we existed as subjects to a world of higher yet ephemeral powers. Tragedy has no face of it's own and would require of yours and mine a frown as a gown to be worn as though rent and torn from the fine garments of our life." Laughter and tears are both overflowing discharge of capacitors, when they conduct as opposed to store. A tear is the product of the desire and expectation of a fine free life butting up against the perception that life has been wounded or threatened in some way or conversely you may find some surprise of life has dramatically exceeded some expectation and come tears of joy. thedope admitted that it was easier to see the absurdities that combined to tickle us into laughter. "I have the hope you would forgive me for what you think I am, pro or con," replied thedope. thedope was neither flattered nor offended by the prospect of being boring or a fine fabricator when it came to the findings of others, finding himself equal always in every extent to their regard and to them being none in particular they would call their own although thedope was tempted to side with the chameleon and say "fuck you if you can't take a joke," so thedope jokingly thought, "...and for some who couldn't find value for themselves in a situation they weren't particularly interested in they could only imagine that there were jewels around to be had...
...very good youse two, and s'pose explained again seeing as you missed it then... "...really? How odd, whereas I think I write the same all the time, even when I don't. Maybe people just read it differently, as one does I s'pose, loaded with the bias of judgements made..." as Jats gets off the phone to that pestering agent wanting him to do George Clooney look alike bookings again "...interesting how that still happens, even on-line, as people latch on to something to disdain that colours the flow to their ears then, especially as I am the anonymous one here, unlike the young who show us all, and more, in their vain glory, yet no matter, I will continue to be nice to all unless they insist otherwise and just happen to challenge their values along the way, or whatever the reason they have chosen..." Jats edits furiously twisting this post to suit now "...and 's'pose' like other words I make up, or steal, well they usually just fit my tongue that way, that's all, it's just how I speak and speech can't be marked, corrected mid sentence, no, no one has ever interruped me to instruct me that I used an inorrect verb, or pronoun, no they are trying to listen to the story being told, for despite all our learning to the contrary now looking for ticks and tells in the face to see if they are lying, or not, clues that are hidden to us here, the truth is always had by listening to what people actually say and not how they say it wether their acting is Carey or Dick van Dyke, although my ability to change chameleon like has others not always realising that whatever mask they choose it is still you, staring back..." Jats chuckles now at how close someone got recently, remarkably so in his case, when he chided 'unless of course this shtick is for real' and so adds "...you can be whoever you want to be here on forumland, all you have to do is imagine it..."
...exactly, meanwhile on with the revolution...oh and I'm having that gif lucky... "...a full stop in some circles of forumland is short for I agree with the above..." advises Jats having been caught out by that one almost "...yes America has never been more divided and the winging from the Republicans this time round makes me think they don't believe in their beloved democracy so much when it doesn't suit them now, yes dear Ayn Rand and her followers must be very disappointed..." the chameleon remarks innocently while considering again the fact that the wealthiest men in America who all happen to live in the same New York apartment block would be such an easy target, take them all out, easy, being far less protected than heads of state, why even a mob could just drag them out by their hair and make a start on this cull that is required "...but the problem is the slaves don't want to be free now, they want to stay on the comfy wheel, so who can blame these followers, these ripublicans for wanting their entitlement too, isn't that the american dream anyhow, slavery for all then..." as Jats ponders on how america has lost her way now while starting up the evening fire here
"...shelter, fire, food..." replies Jats munching a Cornish pasty for supper in front of the log burner in the little cottage by the canal where it's been a typical English weekend of rain, rain, and more rain "...when it comes down to it...though I was tempted to say sex, sex, and sex before someone beats me to the pun, so, back to the basics then where even here in this thread they are taken for granted I see with not even a mention other than xxx's number three of chocolat and so I have to agree with that one of course..." chuckles Jats devouring his sumptuous pudding now adding "...but as for the rest, family, friends, honesty etcetera and all those other clichés listed, they are not in anyone's top three really if you think about it..." concludes Jats knowing everyone hates a literalist though finding it hard to disagree with 'love' secretly before logging off to have a wank now having come across the lovely Juliet Binoche again
"And so you should shudder, christian!" said Dejavu, naming the animal. "At what is your suggestion, not mine, in declaring tragedy the attempt at a reconciliation of yes and no. Tremble, for I obliterate your saying 'there is no tragedy in one who doesn't agree to it,' through no tragedy of my own. You do not leave free the feeling of the tragic, do you then really have the heart for what is greater!? You're 'tempted' now to say 'fuck you if you can't take a joke'? Did you then have a problem with a joke? Was there a crack in its continuity? In your own? You hope I'd forgive you for what I think you are?! That cracks me up! I can forgive what I think of you as little as you can forgive it! As for what I might say of you, well, christian, what would you have me say?!" Dejavu respected thedopes desire to be equal to his regard. As for thedopes notion that he was Dejavus equal, Dejavu awaited, if that was the right word, the laughter that could prove it.
...another one then... "...it's human nature..." Jats explains "...you get two or more of em, six, ten, twenty, a thousand, and wait...and they'll fight..." pausing to catch his breath Jats leans on a rock, reaches out a hand and helps mini-me up to the ledge where they both look down below to the camp site nestled along the river and the mouth of the lake lying in the shadow of the mountains, one of which they were two thirds of the way up now with Jats torn between reaching the top too, tantalisingly close, and watching the sun going down in the distance and still wondering how he had been persuaded to start this climb in the first place, never mind this philosophical discussion he had been drawn into now with the old knees aching already while they leaped around him like nimble mountain goats "...it'll happen for a million of reasons, a chain of events, a moment of madness, and then they will rip each other to pieces, you can't fight nature..." Jats explained chuckling while ruffling his sons hair and offering him some water which they shared while laughing for a moment looking out at the ending of an action packed day "...c'mon, we are losing the light, just enough time left though...THIS WAY..." Jats shouts rounding them up with mini me joining in crying 'no FOLLOW MEEeeeee' while dashing to the front flicking his head torch on in the process "...no it'll not be them humans that will be the death of me then..." chuckles Jats under his breath trying to keep up with their enthusiasm as always
"You are free to do with your feelings as you like and yet your feelings are based on your reports or assessments as to value as where your treasure lies, there is your heart also. In kind to what was mentioned before, many will insist upon the existence of tragedy quite apart from their finding of it as though we existed as subjects to a world of higher yet ephemeral powers. thedope wondered then if Dejavu believed that the tragic is necessary to find relief as though love were to be boosted to new heights on the back of hate. It sounded to thedope like someone trying to settle accounts making excuses for the fact that we may have suffered in life, that is in thedope's estimable opinion but he was always welcome to another estimate. thedope would have Dejavu speaking for himself yet and would point out that his use of the word christian represents an embodied conjugation belonging to Dejavu and not to thedope. thedope himself said of himself that he was not religious but studious and was a disciple of christ, christ being logos or reason, our divining inheritance. So thedope asked of Dejavu to forgive him his foregone conclusions. When thedope spoke of laughter and tears he was speaking of the human energy system and the reason we express in this overflowing, can't be contained energy discharge or dissipation. thedope understood that Dejavu had no experiential reference for a state of unremitting joy and thedope also understood it was because Dejavu thought he desired something else caring more or less for things. As to hope and nostalgia they are both based on internal reflections of other times, past and future and their only difference is one seems to look forward and one seems to look back but both in fact are the same dream. It is not that we have not discovered our will but that we simply do not recognize our own creations in this infinite moment. I took a walk along the rocks and had you seen me you'd have thought I was just standing still.
"Past and future the same dream my arse." said Dejavu. "The more I engage with your foregone conclusions the less I think I should refer in any way to the logos you think's lodged in your identity. As if feelings are alone based on our 'reports and assessments' of them! The tragic is not necessary, christian, so why say it's the result of claiming its existence?" Dejavu knew the ardour of tones. His love of people didn't however make him take them as other than their words when in writing. "It sounds like that to you does it, estimable one? Your saying I have no experiential reference for unremitting joy, and that I think I want something else sounds to me like calumny. I may not be joy itself, but are you? Is joy something you study?!" Did Dejavu have time for thedopes using him to find his own expression? "You're wrong, at least in speaking for us all in saying we don't recognize our creations. The extent of our will has not been realized, is your love of it unlimited?" he asked.
"I do not defend it's existence," responded thedope, "I say it exists for the claiming of it." thedope did not claim for example it a tragedy that Dejavu should continue to refer to thedope as christian turning descriptions of energetic exchange into thedope's perverted view for his names sake! thedope was all for being taken at his word providing that word is shared and not stolen for cross purposes. As thedope had said before tragedy has no face, no voice of it's own but requires ours. Now it was not that thedope wanted to remove a single thread of happiness from anyone's life, but his meaning was there is no spot or blemish that cannot be washed form it if you so desire no matter the sky should fall or earth throw up on itself and obliterate next weeks appointments. thedope could not count the number of times he had been misconstrued on the basis of the tone of his voice being not at all melodic but hoarse and of staccato directness. It was true that thedope could not be counted on to offer soothing words to the disappointed knowing that he could not make their appointments for them and the level of disappointment is directly proportional to the desire to have illusion substitute for reality. "A calumny you hear? I use my powers of discernment to distinguish what is the same and what is different and whether useful for intended purpose. How have I defamed you by saying you have no experiential reference for unremitting joy if that is in fact the case, how is that a slam against you and how is it false to say as you defend your right to tragedy so it appears at your bidding? Am I joy itself?, love is what we are and time is the opportunity to enjoy from high or low all inclusive. Having and being are the same truth."
thedope on tragedy: "Not really in your right mind then are you." said Dejavu. Dejavu wasn't mad, nor did he intend to make anyone else mad, he was simply more direct than most, including thedope. He then dredged up some more of the dopes words to take him on, not caring one bit about the providence thedope wanted for their being taken, saying, "If the context does not support itself, if it admits of cross-purpose, consider it a relief that I relieve you of your words!" "You dunderhead! How do you think?!" he laughed. "I have my self as reference as we all do. But if that's not personal enough for you, then by the sole truth in this blurb of yours, the having being bit, who between us remits the least joy? There is no right to tragedy, christian."
"Love that line," says the little mouse and she stores it for later use. "Told you," she laughs out loud. "even a mouse can never be fully trusted, they steal even your words for lack of cheese."
...that line reminded me of this... "...it amazes me censorship on the internet, it really makes me chuckle, intentional, or software forced and I often wonder at how far it will go and you can see it creeping in, the insidious adverts, the spamming, claims of copyright with this continual crusade to keep it clean. I think it was better when it was subversive, slightly dangerous even, and when lets face it, once you have had your share of porn whatever your degree, or gender..." Jats nods his head with a smile to a few of the girls reading who'd admit to that, in private of course though "...it was a place to be ubiquitous, pervasive, punk even, where as now, at the risk of not sounding so, it's not cool the internet now, just another polite battleground for idiocracy..." and Jats goes back to playing with his self then, for that's all one should need to censor http://en.wikinews.org/wiki/British_ISPs_r...phy_allegations
"I consider it dishonest," said thedope, "you are confusing me with some past associations that you are projecting onto me and then claim that the context does not support itself. Dear man, it is not wise to put new wine in old wine skins. Your cross purpose is a crusade against the symbology you have adopted around the christian cross and by virtue of that effort do not in fact take me for my word. In that way you quote me out of context for his namesake. A guilt by association that you feel kind to relieve me of?" Dejavu knew quite well that thedope spoke out against any form of sacrifice, making amends, or whipping oneself into shape. The cross meant to thedope an allegory for the brutality of accusation or slander which is the only detractor of mans sincere humanity which makes the sincere seem like liars, agitators, and kooks and turns the innocent and innocuous into demonic monsters. "Love is what we are," he would say, "and what we are is beyond what can be taught but not beyond our ability to recognize." thedope knew that if he had seen someone unlike himself it made love or it's presence anywhere seem obscure or in question, however in real terms we cannot be other than as we are created and cannot create unlike ourselves and conceiving of him is our self conceiving or self conception. Exceptionalism, arbitrary apprehension, is an insidious form of self loathing. This is the author of our anxiety in general the motto being, NO ONE IS PERFECT, but some are better than others. This is the greatest barrier to the perception of love.
