Nice piece JC2.0a

"Rules are for the guidance of wise men and the enslavement of fools."
I may have quoted more than once.
Laws are there to be broken ... responsibly, wisely ... as you say.
There but for grace go we all.

But hold on, did I fall asleep in history class ?
Sir Francis Drake in California ?
Learn something new every day.
Ian

On Fri, Feb 5, 2010 at 2:32 AM, John Carl <[email protected]> wrote:
> "the ancient Greeks reduced goodness to a sub-species of truth; they
> encapsulated goodness in the
> law. And their children, the Europeans, relied on the law to establish the
> good. Human beings were seen as fundamentally flawed, lacking moral fiber.
> They had to be told what's good. Law established morality."
>
> - Glover
>
> "In Adam's fall, we sinned all", the kids used to chant but it never made
> much sense to me.  It's not really in the Bible.  A constant refrain from
> the pulpit is that all men are sinful, but the Book of Job contradicts this
> with God himself bragging in front of his arch-enemy, "Hast thou considered
> my servant Job?  Upright and perfect in all his ways?"
>
> The enemy replies, "yeah, well give  man pragmatic reasons for his behavior
> and you can get him to do anything."
>
> Me, I don't go camping or hiking much anymore.  I'm settling in I guess.
> Makes me a settler, I guess.  But I used to adventure.
>
> Ever since the Cheese Sandwich at the solstice, I tried to honor the
> passages of the sun, sostices and equinoxes with getting out and about and
> spending a few nights out of doors to mark my collaboration in the cosmic
> scheme of things.  This particular adventure occurred during the Vernal
> Equinox, at Point Reyes State Park, which includes Drakes Bay, being a
> favorite spot for Francis Drake to hide and raid and generally make himself
> a pain in the ass to the Spanish enemy in the service of his queen.
>
>  I didn't have a queen.
>
> I was between queens, at the time, but I wanted to go away by myself and do
> some thinking and meditating and Point Reyes seemed a good choice, being a
> temperate location on the ocean.
>
> At the trailhead, they had a bunch of forms to fill out for getting a
> permit, but I've never really been much of  "permit" kinda guy myself.  I
> also prefer a square of nylon tarp to any pre-fab tent, so me and Dan have
> that in common as well.  It's more conducive to dynamic configuration.
>  Adaptable to circumstances.  Trick is, to keep from blowing away in  a
> storm you simple wrap yourself in it like an extra blanket and use your rope
> to tie your own ass down.  Not that I've ever had to.  I usually find better
> shelter in a storm.
>
> This particular camping adventure, I definitely had better shelter available
> than Dan mentioned in his story.
>
> See, what happened is that I hiked for about five miles along the coastal
> ridge, found a spot about as far as any ranger patrol was likely to venture,
> but set up in a designated campground area so I would not stick out so  like
> a camper in a non-designated area would.  And they had these barbecue
> stations, the free standing kind with the grill set at various notches, a
> single post leg and an open rectangle you can swivle into or out of the
> wind.  I gathered up some wood and made a fire in one.  A little nervously
> because this was completely against the rules.  Using wood to make a
> campfire?  In California?  What am I?  Nuts?
>
> What if everybody did it?  There wouldn't be any scrap wood in the world.
>
> I heartily approve of this rule.  It means I can always find firewood in
> well-regulated areas.  Providing most people follow it and the rangers are
> lax in enforcement - I get all the firewood I need.
>
> Which isn't much.  The rule is also good because it encourages small,
> unobtrusive and efficient fires.  Which is what I had going in the grill,
> when a young lady came up to me and asked in a strange accent if I wouldn't
> mind her tea pot nestled next to mine.
>
> Heck no I wouldn't mind!  Being the shy and quiet type, any interaction with
> girls my own age was always a gift from the gods, far as I was concerned.
>  She was comely.  Girl shaped and plump, not boy shaped and skinny like is
> all the fashion now.  Her mate was small, dark and slender so they made
> quite a complementary pair.  We chatted and  giggled over our uncivil - but
> communal disobedience.  She and her mate had graduated college last year,
> and their parents had sponsored them on a trip to America.  They were from
> South Africa.
>
> I guess it's something of a tradition to South Africans to go off after
> college and knock about a bit.  Get a feel for the world before you settle
> down into your place in it.  Seems a highly sophisticated and well-thought
> system to me.  She invited me to come to their tent for dinner and cards
> after, but I, typically, declined.  My supper was on the grill and I said
> I'd eat it and then join them maybe for a game of cards after.
>
> And so I did.  The only game we knew in common was poker.  And a funny sort
> of thing happened.  I thought of it when Justin gave his little bravado
> performance of "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" because the way the
> girls said back and forth, "yea, the only problem with poker is you need
> something to be the stakes."
>
> "Yes, that's right.  We need something to gamble...  Now what could we
> use...."
>
> Long meaningful pause with hand on chin looking thoughtfully to me for an
> answer.
>
> Yeah.  What could we use indeed.  I felt so stupid and blushing but at the
> same time, I just couldn't quite go there.  I've never had a more clear and
> open invitation to "hey, I've got an idea.  Let's play strip poker."  And
> they were both such nice girls.  Attractive enough and fun to talk to and
> interesting and now I could see that getting a bit of experience abroad
> wouldn't be a bad thing or immoral for them.
>
> I just couldn't quite bring myself to go there.  Partly it was that it was
> the day before Easter Sunday, and I'd kinda come up this mountain on a
> serious spiritual quest, to get in touch with my soul and my ultimate being.
>  The pleasures of the flesh are not a welcome  distraction.
>
> But mostly it's more that I'm just not like that.  I'm not into
> one-night-stands or quick flings.  Coyotes are monogamous and if you're
> willing to breed with me, then I expect you to be willing to stay on and
> help raise the pups.
>
> Besides.  I probably got more pleasure fantasizing about those two S.
> African Hotties than I'd ever have had in the realization of their
> biological bounty.  And I felt good the next morning, righteous and right
> and comfortable with them and we hiked out together, friendly with no
> awkwardness.  So I'm glad I turned down the subtle offer.
>
> I asked them what they missed most about their home, now that they'd been
> away for a while and they both enthusiastically responded, the music.  The
> scenery and beauty too, but mainly the music.  "You just don't hear music
> like that in the states".
>
>  They were very enthusiastic about Paul Simon's new album, Graceland, which
> had just come out and they loved, loved, loved it.  It was a taste of home,
> the rhythms and harmonies.  One of them had a cassette in a walkman and put
> headphones on my ears and smiled and said, "Listen" and so I did.  I
> listened to Graceland for the first time, spring in my step and in the
> morning sun slanting through the fresh sea-tinged air.
>
> Next year I spent one night out of doors, and then drove on to Lu's house in
>  Mountain View. Thus leading me to the conclusion that things just keep
> getting better all the time.
>
>
> There is a girl in new york city
> Who calls herself the human trampoline
> And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
> Or tumbling in turmoil I say
> Oh, so this is what she means
> She means we're bouncing into graceland
> And I see losing love
> Is like a window in your heart
> Everybody sees you're blown apart
> Everybody sees the wind blow
>
> In graceland, in graceland
> I'm going to graceland
> For reasons I cannot explain
> There's some part of me wants to see
> Graceland
> And I may be obliged to defend
> Every love, every ending
> Or maybe there's no obligations now
> Maybe I've a reason to believe
> We all will be received
> In graceland <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dXgQtL3aEmQ>
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