Hi Jo, sorry to put you to the trouble to reply to my provocative and sarcastic question; even so, I can't respond positively to your post except to say I recognise the dead-end of slavery to habit, convention, conditioning and general mechanicality to which you allude. We can talk until we are blue in the face about ways to circumvent these obstacles to our well-being, invent systems and indulge in wishful thinking 'till the cows come home but I suspect the actual way around is completely unsuspected.
On a lighter note I found myself humming the tune to this song by Don van Vleit while I typed the above When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones Some are crowned kings while others lose their thrones When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones Small "O" mouths scream and run to Mama Kangaroo Insecure pouches wherein hide beggars and drones And babies and bums and buzzards Mama crouches and smiles her old useful smile And old ego roars, laughs yesterday's gasses While children and angels gasp And follow a shepherd on crutches When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones Some flew the dream, some turned to stone And the children sing And the heavens ring Worn by the shepherd with the folded wings And the bones that sing of silence When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones Some are crowned kings while others lose their thrones When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones Small "O" mouths scream and run to Mama Kangaroo Insecure pouches wherein hide beggars and drones And babies and bums and buzzards When the Witch Doctor Life throws his silent bones Some flew the dream, some turned to stone And the children sing And the heaven ring The bones that sing of silence -Peter Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
