Personal History Tab? Where is that rigs?
On May 21, 8:33 pm, rigsy03 <[email protected]> wrote:
> Google posts some replies to your posts plus you can check your
> personal history tab to see where you've been.
>
> On May 21, 8:17 am, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > First let me say that there seems to be so many threads these days so
> > I'm losing track and having to search through to find the ones that I
> > have participated in in order to get back in reply. Is there some
> > technique anyone has of keeping track of relevant threads. I was
> > thinking of writing them down on paper so I can simply go down the
> > list. This is a reply to a post that is 2 days old.
>
> > Yes I can appreciate the differences in people and see the benefits of
> > that difference as well. Fact is I'm many times basking in enjoyment
> > because of these people who toil at the same chores daily for years.
> > They are the underlying fabric of many other lives. My post wasn't
> > intended to demean or impune their lifestyles but was expressed from
> > my own perspective looking out. Where would we be if everyone was
> > totally free? Who would pick up and process our refuse, serve us a
> > hot meal and then clean up after and all the other roles of servitude
> > that people perform, mostly unnoticed and taken for granted.
>
> > I don't know if it would be classed as a feeling of contentment for
> > most, maybe a few. It may simply be a recognition of the accepted
> > social level and the extent of one's ability and capacity to live.
> > This is not to say it is a bad thing but simply the janitor knows he
> > never could be a doctor regardless of finance, low proficiency in
> > mathematics rules out much else and after a multitude of
> > considerations, he settles for something that is within his
> > recognitions. I also would not put it such that I jump from one thing
> > to another as that would hardly be the case on the personal level, the
> > internal. I guess it might be having the multitude of capacities that
> > allow for change and the ability, as previously discussed, to effect
> > change through focus. I find without focus there is no change but
> > stagnation. Now I'm focusing on months ahead and trying to narrow
> > down the desired possibilities. There are those Shakespearean stages
> > in life
> > That are predictable, especially the first and the last, which I often
> > ponder in a hope for the best. It is within the stages in between
> > that we have to dance and frolic about and that is what drives me to
> > live.
>
> > I think Justin sums it up well for me above with the one paragraph,
> > with a single edit.........
>
> > I think it means that our minds and lives can be made totally
> > consistent with the (true self, cosmos) and if it is, the world will
> > be
> > transformed. Socially, it is the core realization under the 60s that
> > we can all just decide to let all of this fighting go, we can just
> > tune in, turn on, drop out and all of the wars and unhappiness will be
> > replaced by the garden. Just do it, man.
>
> > I guess this is why I love my garden.
>
> > On May 19, 9:50 am, ornamentalmind <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > > "... Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live
> > > like that, without change...." - SD
>
> > > Of course it is different for each of us...and, as best as I can tell,
> > > much of it is accidental. That notion aside, possibilities for these
> > > people who sit at the same counter, chatting w/the same people and
> > > perhaps even about the same things...it is possible that they are
> > > content.
> > > For you, perhaps to be content, you must keep jumping from one thing
> > > to another. Either way or at any point in the spectrum inbetween,
> > > neither way is better/worse...
>
> > > William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It
> > > 2/7)
>
> > > "All the world's a stage,
> > > And all the men and women merely players:
> > > They have their exits and their entrances;
> > > And one man in his time plays many parts,
> > > His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
> > > Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
> > > And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
> > > And shining morning face, creeping like snail
> > > Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
> > > Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
> > > Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
> > > Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
> > > Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
> > > Seeking the bubble reputation
> > > Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
> > > In fair round belly with good capon lined,
> > > With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
> > > Full of wise saws and modern instances;
> > > And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
> > > Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
> > > With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
> > > His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
> > > For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
> > > Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
> > > And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
> > > That ends this strange eventful history,
> > > Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
> > > Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
>
> > > On May 18, 6:07 pm, Slip Disc <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > > > It means that people have to pay their taxes, like it or not. {;-(
>
> > > > The quote suggests, and I would agree, that people have a tendency to
> > > > stick it out in their lot in life not realizing that they can bail out
> > > > anytime. Sometimes it takes a devastating hurricane or tornado to get
> > > > people to that point of realization that life does move on. There
> > > > are some small towns I go to that I haven't been to in years. At the
> > > > cafe I see the same people doing the same thing, day after day, week
> > > > after week, month after month, year after year. I look at my life
> > > > and see that I have done more in one year than they have done in six
> > > > years. Maybe its just me but I don't understand how anyone would live
> > > > like that, without change. That is when I start to think about old
> > > > souls and new souls. Maybe that is all they can do. I feel like I've
> > > > been around the globe dozens of times in thousands of years. I
> > > > always want to be doing something new, never had a full time job in my
> > > > life and never had any job that lasted more than six months. I don't
> > > > want to know what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life, to me
> > > > that is like death. So what it means to me is, I can walk out the
> > > > door today and wander about and soon I will have a whole new wonderful
> > > > life somewhere else.
>
> > > > On May 18, 8:49 am, Molly Brogan <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > > > > "We hardly ever realize that we can cut anything out of our lives,
> > > > > anytime, in the blink of an eye."
> > > > > - Carlos Castaneda (1931 - )
>
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