Hi Peter, I was happy to put into perspective the way I view things. I don't know that I would imagine a Witch Doctor Life throwing DQ. I guess I am addicted to evolution. I recognize addiction to a tune. For the past few years after singing I feel a glow that is not in proportion to the effort expended to produce the notes.
Joe On 9/16/08 2:31 AM, "Peter Corteen" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > 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/ 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/
