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Inner Voyage
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Seaside Edition
 

 
July 14, 2011
copyright 2011 Jan Cox
 

 

As one man sailed alone, aloat on the sea,
he thought:
"How strange that I'm here -- not alone,
but with me.
"

A man who wished to take an inner voyage received these sailing tips:
When the wind blows, waves are formed; when waves are formed, the wind will blow.
Which initially helped him not, but later helped him heaps.

The dead have not left us, and do note: their corpses float.

When sufficiently decayed, the sea floor gives up all lifeless matter,
And true voyagers realize that the cosmic waters are
-- all without them
-- all within them.

A man newly returned to the city looked around at the popular arts and thought:
"A little aggression is not unexpected, but it doesn't have to be institutionalized."
(Don't feel dumb, no one in the city or the immediate suburbs understood
what he meant either.)


While engaged in a 900-number call to life one day, a man asked:
"If metaphors can be detected in the words of those who intend none, and missed
and found in the words of those who do, am I supposed to be learning some lesson
about the nature of words...maybe even beyond the matter of metaphors and intentions?
"
And life replied, "It's Mozart from the chest up, Sousa from the waist down;
Dante on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; Machiavelli the alternate days --
with Sundays given over to St. Indifferent.
"


From One Outstanding View, The Following Is True:
The biggest problem with thoughts is that they can make you feel that you're
dumber than you actually are, but the really worst thing about thoughts is
that they can make you accuse yourself of being dumber than anyone actually is.


While in the midst of a game of Casino with life, a man asked:
"Is there one neighborhood in the universe in which it is better to live than another?"
And life replied, "Building nines."


One man named the heart of his day "Sleep On Your Own Time."
(He had a brother who tried to never leave his house without either taking
him with him, or leaving him in charge, behind.)
"Gimmie all your aces...rook to queen's four...eight ball, side pocket."

 

 

 
 
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