Author Archives: Kyle Kimberlin

like a shadow

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Evil is like a shadow – it has no real substance of its own, it is simply a lack of light. You cannot cause a shadow to disappear by trying to fight it, stamp on it, by railing against it, or any other form of emotional or physical resistance. In order to cause a shadow to disappear, you must shine light on it.

-Shakti Gawain

This is the kind of thing beyond the comprehension of men like George Bush and Dick Cheney. Let’s hope and pray it’s not beyond that of Barak Obama and Joe Biden.

Reckoning at Coal River | CommonDreams.org

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Reckoning at Coal River | CommonDreams.org:

“the human rights and constitutional violations of American citizens besieged by ruthless outside coal companies will be on full display to the national media and the nation–from the shocking and shameful mountaintop removal operations threatening the safety of a school and community in West Virginia, to the transformed halls of the US Congress.”

And Daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg county,
Down by the Green River, where Paradise lay.
Well I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in askin,
Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.

missed it again

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Well, I can’t believe I’ve missed another Bloomsday. My calendar reminded me, and I thought about typing something witty or at least melancholic and Joycesque. But I was OBE.

I was having an out of body experience. … No.

I was overcome by events. As some of my many faithful readers might know, we’ve been dealing with a health crisis with our beloved little Pomeranian, Happy. I’ve been posting some about her on her own blog, Happy’s Trials.

Anyway, that’s been the hungry crucible of all of my free time of late.

Here’s a quote from Mr. Joyce:

“Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.”

Funny, Joyce never struck me as the kind of writer who would give a wet shilling for the English reading public. But, while I’ve read many thing by Joyce, I’ve read nothing about Joyce since my college days.

Here’s a better one:

“My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire.”

Yeah. Happy Bloomsday, belatedly, y’all.

oh dear

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Goodness me. Visits to my little blog have dropped from an average of 11 a day to 2.

Whew.

This does not bode well. It portends bleakly, I think.

Time to rethink. Do I have another think coming?

hard to be humble

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Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility.

– St. Augustine

It reminds me that a student once approached his master and asked, “Master, what is the path to enlightenment?”

The master answered, “humility.”

“And how long is the path?”

“How would I know?”

work

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“That’s a great deal to make one word mean,” Alice said in a thoughtful tone.

“When I make a word do a lot of work like that,” said Humpty Dumpty, “I always pay it extra.”