“There is no finish line to life.”
bollocks!
… it’s just really staggered.
note: Bugs rage against the lights and die.
… I guess that’s what Dylan Thomas was talking about in that poem.
double note: it’s all just a big “apple on a spoon race” at the end of the day: some people just have smaller apples and bigger spoons for some reason.
triple note: I could have gotten kicked out of Eden a lot faster than Adam: I like wearing shorts.
quadruple note: I’m off to Nagoya for “work”. I’ll be back on Sunday. Have a good end of week/weekend.
quintuple note: thanks for all the comments on the earlier posts. I will reply … just not now.
sextuple note: this one is kind of dark now that I look at it in the light.
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notes to myself #43
I’ve got nothing to tell you: you’ll figure it out.
You can win the Apple on a spoon race easier if you stab the spoon into the apple. That tip doesn’t work real well for egg & spoon races though…
Maybe the finish line of life is death. Then that would mean the people who die first are the winners.
I think I’ll stick to being a loser in that case.
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ”
I thought this was about rebelling against bedtime! Silly me!
Thanks for the comments.
Tony: I was pretty good “marshmellow on a spoon” competitor at school, but some marshmellow licker always beat me.
razzbuffnik: I’m always watching out for tape, lime lines, and pool edges: they make me go the other way.
I guess death is the “finished line“. hee hee!
S. Le: it’s a poem, so you can interpret it anyway you want. hee hee!
Have not had a chance to stop in and be my usual self…..leaving comments,that is. I have stopped in to see what kind of silly things you have been doing. I was not disappointed!
Have a great week!