Apr. 28th, 2013

monk111: (Mori: by tiger_ace)
“It will generally be found that as soon as the terrors of life reach the point where they outweigh the terrors of death, a man will put an end to his life. But the terrors of death offer considerable resistance; they stand like a sentinel at the gate leading out of this world. Perhaps there is no man alive who would not have already put an end to his life, if this end had been of a purely negative character, a sudden stoppage of existence. There is something positive about it; it is the destruction of the body; and a man shrinks from that, because his body is the manifestation of the will to live.”

-- Arthur Schopenhauer

Ah, but that dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of...

But one of the consequences of losing faith, or perhaps never having any, is that any notions of the afterlife also lose their terrors.
monk111: (Little Bear)
Wow, another good, heavy sleep! Were the cats really that good, did they keep that quiet? Even Sammy?? Or was I that dead to the world?

It is a glorious day. The sun is out and bright, and we are enjoying some wonderfully cool weather, Spring at its best.

One downer. I saw Orangey. She looks so skinny. I rushed out with a paper-plate of food, but she had already gone on by the time I made it outside, doing her rounds. I still feel bad that she didn't make a fourth for our little feline tribe.

I'm also thinking I need to do some chores today. I'm washing my clothes, and I am getting ready to cut my toenails. I really, really need to vacuum.

Volkswagen

Apr. 28th, 2013 11:05 am
monk111: (Rainy)
A pretty pink car outside. Very compact. I was thinking Mother would have gawked at it, loving it. Then I realize that this car is presumably the contemporary version of the old Volkswagen bug, like the one we used to have, orange colored, Mother's little car. I barely remember it.

I wonder if there was something she didn't like about it, like maybe it had terrible pick-up speed, get up & go, because I don't think we had it very long at all, but like only months. Maybe we just couldn't afford it. But it was a long, long time ago, early 1970s I'm thinking. I wish I could remember more from that time, when I was still a little boy, short of ten years old. Maybe it will come to me. We led such trifle lives, but it was our lives.

Adrond

Apr. 28th, 2013 03:33 pm
monk111: (Bonobo Thinking)
An interesting message: "Adrond added you as a friend".

What do you want to bet? Spammer or non-English Russian? I'd say it's even money.

And the answer is: it's something new. At first, I thought this might be interesting, because for his biographical information he writes, "I am an older gentleman and thinking alot about life." Interestingly, he does not care to put down his age. Although this is not as exciting as having a hot college girl friend you, I thought this could be promising. I was wrong. He seems to be lost in Jesus, as well as in what he is teaching kids about art. Small kids, I think.

So, maybe I have an earnest reader at least. But I'm not adding back. I tell you, LJ is no fun anymore. Hasn't been in years.
monk111: (Cats)
From a beautifully cool morning we have fallen off into a rather summery afternoon. And by summery, of course, I mean a little hellish. At least the cats are out. They were suffering a little cabin fever, even though they were inside for only a couple of rainy nights.

Sweats

Apr. 28th, 2013 09:31 pm
monk111: (Strip)


Oooh, they have my number. But I do wear sweatpants when I go on my walks to the duck pond when the weather is a little cold.
monk111: (Rainy)
A lot of 'varnish errors' on LJ, again, over the past few days. Of course, there is no real hope that LJ will ever truly thrive again. Sometimes I wonder if the Russians purposefully sabotage the site for the English users, not that it would make that much of a difference. The First World plays on Facebook and Twitter. It's just sad for me.
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