Life's Conundrum and Death's Solution

Life

asked,

Death

"why (?)
do people love me
but hate you?"

death responded,

"because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."

Living and dying are an inseparable and indispensable cycle;
they are two sides of the same coin....they are the body and shadow of every individual to walk this planet we have named Earth...
Without dying there is no living, and without living there is no dying.
Life is not a gradual movement towards death. We are living and dying at every moment.
Dormat to active, we sprout fourth from this universal energy that we have no business defining, explaining, defying, disputing or disbelieving....
Plain and simple, who are we to understand it...nor should we be arrogant enough to think that it created solely for our pleasured experience.
The only sound and expressed advice is to acknowledge and appreciate it.
For, you may never get the opportunity again....

Life is the real lie, but rather most (if not all its) beauty tends to go ignorant...as per evidence of our race's appetite for exploitation, dilution and destruction.
Why destroy what's precious and beautiful?

But in the finale of this dance, death is the true and ultimate end...funny how it's the one true inevitable that will never disappoint from happening.
Life is full of beautiful adventures along the way, but your last adventure is gloomy and sad because it's quite literally the "last."
So, Life is beautiful and full of ultimately pointless joys, objectively speaking,

because in the end, 

the "painful truth" is we die and to some extent, none of it mattered.
Unless...you paid attention along the way
And appreciated every available moment
before it all comes to where we all were before we started...
As I already said...who's to say that we will get another go at this adventure?
Why should we?
As far as I am concerned, very few deserve that "goodness"
To re-experience...to re-live that Ultimate Beauty that we call life.

Be good, be well...be the best you can be to your friends, family and foes...
Because you may never get that chance again....

It's Make A Wish Eleven-Eleven Today

i am, without flaw
perfectly imperfect
to
p e r f e c t i o n

sharing is caring

Distance certainly does not define nor restrict how smitten one can be, you little ravenous jujube!!!

So, whether I am here or there...as matter of fact...even if I were to live in a hut on Mars!!!

I'd still use my mysterious and masterful skills of prowess to know (with absolute conviction and certainty) how smitten I can be.

As the China people tell me,

"You So Silly"

(I am omitting their obvious observation of "white boy")

Yes, it would be nice.  Almost euphoric straight out of a fairy tale.

But, between

You, me and twenty five hundred miles of forest, mountains, swamp and farmland....with a couple of cacti and a ton of pigeons and bird watchers...

I don't think, I just can't believe that Texas could ever love a godless nomadic Yank who has never ever even entertained firing a firearm armed with fire!

I would have to be Harry Potter's older demented half cousin from Uncle Albert's side of the family from Wisconsin...you know, that part of Wisconsin on the border of Minnesota...that comes close to Canada?  Where all the cousins sit around the campfire talking shop, sipping beer and flipping cows?

I hear cows never see it coming either.

Wow.

Or I should say Bam.

That stands for the buzzkill sustained from a dream gone cold of grazing on a mild and sunny day.

Like going on a family trip to Costco...

Where I could sit and munch on thankless calories in their high class rotunda.

I swear, I absolutely swear this planet would be a better place without hotheads, hotshots and CEOs!

And all their political golden parachutes that just keep on popping!!!

POP

Or I should say

Cha Ching to everyone's empty bank accounts

On their behalf

Of course

For milking every cow, worth milking

As well as, all the farmers that those cows moo for...

(Just as an aside...ever moo back at a cow?)

It's not only exhilarating...its intoxicatingly liberating

For Not only the cow, but also to the Mooer and all those in attendance 

Speaking of attendance

It's not all that cracked up to be...from what was once promised

But...from...what I know and see

The sun still rose

Like a flower in the field

And all the worker ants came out...

Only get caught in the frozen cold of false hopes

But before they could get back to bed...their path got covered by snow and mist

They lost their way, 

Their time was up

Up

and

Away

Like a comic book gone astray

Panic.Chaos.Disorder.

...

my work here is done

But, not for the day

I have my Hat, Scarf, Gloves, Boots and Compass on

A shovel in my back pocket.

Fruits and berries in my belly

Long before I spoke of any word to any lawyer

I demand a recount!!!

Of all the trusted chaps responsible for all this world's wickedness...

fierce like a storm

A storm like none other

Washing away a day's dream...

Much how the tossed female bull must have felt...

Hush little puppy,

Don't feel sad

I am still on a feline path

(They say Cats of a Feather often Flock Together!)

Au revoir

 and

arrivederci

Bee for Bobo

and let's not forget about my Cha Cha

The Best Damn Country Song EVER

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vAOVRkSCWmg

by
David Allen Coe

"You Never Even Called Me By My Name"

Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying'
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie pride
And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you're on my fighting' side

[Chorus:]
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name

Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I've seen it on signs where I've played
But the only time I know
I'll hear "David Allan Coe"
Is when Jesus has his final judgment day

[Repeat chorus]

[Recitation:]
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was
Not the perfect country & western song because he hadn't said anything at all about mama,
Or trains,
Or trucks,
Or prison,
Or getting' drunk
Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song
And he sent it to me,
And after reading it,
I realized that my friend had written the perfect
Country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run ned over by a damned old train

[Chorus:]
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain
No, a' you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me
Well I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name

Lose My Mind

https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=QWVAJ7xqqGU


by
Brett Eldredge

You put me on a roller coaster, fly me on a plane

You send me to another planet, get inside my brain

I knew right when I met you I would never be the same

But I let you take me over, girl, so I'm the one to blame, oh

You...make all my screws come...loose

Got me perfectly con...fused

Always find a way to mess me up and drive me wild

I love the way you make me lose my mind

Lose my mind

You make me crazy and I kinda like it

You show me that apple, girl, and I wanna bite it

So crazy that I gotta have it

And I never wanna get out of this straitjacket

You...make all my screws come...loose

Got me perfectly con, fused

Always find a way to mess me up and drive me wild

I love the way you make me lose my...

I feel the walls closing in inside this padded room

Only good thing about it is I'm locked in here with you, yeah

I'm always watching you, wondering what you'll do next

But my favorite part about it is I always have to guess (you know I do)

You...you make all my screws come...loose

Got me perfectly con, fused

Always find a way to mess me up and drive me wild

I love the way you make me lose my mind

Make me lose my mind

Lose my mind

Make me lose my mind

Make me lose my mind

Lose my mind