Salutations, my mammalian mates! Always an honour to make your acquaintance. Don’t you think think the term, “banal”, would be much more amusingly pronounced as, “banal”? No, you’re wrong.
Given the necessarily agitated state of things at the moment instead of publishing something a bit more meaningful I thought perhaps a scooch lighter tone might be a pleasant reprieve from our somewhat acrimonious day-to-day. Nothing like a little casual weekend repression.
“Stark Stork Stays Stable”, June 8, 2020.
Babies aren’t the only thing
Conceived absent design
Many of which tend to cling
Convening a decline
Whether in our finances
Or spectral arena
Lack of planning enhances
Cracks in dried patina
Baking in the kiln of life
Ceramics and youths formed
In amongst the flames and strife
Vital principles warmed
Over time I’ve discovered
One may descend to rise
Kingdom’s tablet uncovered
Vanishes false true guise
Serendipity exists
And I find inspiring
That “accidents” can become
Our call to aspiring.
From unplanned pregnancy to the most minor of accidents our mistakes need not define us but rather often may provide an opportunity for significant amelioration far exceeding the boundaries of your supposed transgression(s). Extrapolating wisdom is a perfectly viable source of betterment and generally comes at a delectably lower working price threshold than accruing from scratch. There’s no vending machine for experience in the real world, making the most of our scarce resources is both essential and, ironically, something I learned where there is.
Be good, my friends.
-Alex Blaikie
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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Bravoo!
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