Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘lack’

20140225

In aphorism, tale on 20140226 at 11:06

《What Is, What Wills》

Once upon the deep, dwelled two pairs of seafaring lovers.

Both lived rather normal lives aboard their ships on the sea, full of ups and downs, as anyone would expect to see upon the sea.

On calm seas, both pairs made love with the illimitable passion of lovers held at bay.

But the sky does what a sky wills, and so oft brewed blackened clouds with the inevitable unknown beyond. It was in these times that the difference between the lovemakers was never more lucid.

For when the storms blew in, as only a fool could deny the inevitability of, the seasoned couple ceased their lovemaking, wisely understanding their lovemaking to be powerless against warding off the mighty storm. To them, worry was a more worthy and more rewarding charm.

The other couple continued to make love like only reckless lovers knew, much to the chagrin of the other lovers. And it was true that the lovers’ lovemaking did nary a thing to make the storm go away, to shorten the waves, or to lessen the impact.

Also true was it, that the cessation of the other lovers’ lovemaking neither did anything to encourage the passing of the storm.

For a truth is a truth as is a sail a sail. Wisdom lies in wielding a truth, not simply holding a truth.

For in the end, to the common eye, it was plain to see that lovemaking -and its lack thereof- had absolutely nary a thing to do with the coming of the storm, the size of the storm, nor the passing of the storm.

With the passing of a storm, what remained for the eye to see was but two sets of lovers at sea and two kinds of love as they so fit to see.

One, a weakened bond of fair weather lovers, who made love only when the sea was calm, losing only the opportunity to love each other through and so weather a storm together.

The other, a strengthened bond between the lovers, who made love without regard to a storm (or was it very much with regard to the storm?), losing only themselves in each other whether or not came the weather.

For a storm is what only a storm wills, and love is only what love wills.

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20110807

In aphorism, proverb on 20110807 at 20:54

Indecision is a decision.

Action speaks louder than words; lack of action, even louder.

“will let go” is but “to let go”; the future is but the infinitive.
“let go” is but “letting go”; the past tense is but the present continuous.

A fool drops what the wise let go.

20110301

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20110301 at 20:15

To satisfy an urge is elementary; to create desire is the grail.

To meet demand is rudimentary; to create demand is legendary.

A confession made to another is not without an admission made first to the self.

Words read, speak to the imagination;
Thoughts spoken, touch the heart;
Feelings expressed, define the voice.

An epiphany is a revelation of sight to the seeking.

The opposite of fragrant is not foul, but insipid.

A stone is but a jewel’s throw away; a jewel is but a stone’s throw away.

The fool keep the stone and so lose the jewel.

Covetous is cowardice.

A star shines despite the hour or the audience.

The heart transcends
a thousand places, lo, the feet occupy
but one.

The quantifiable may be counted, but lack opposites; the qualifiable possess opposites, but are not to be counted.

20100103

In aphorism, proverb on 20100103 at 15:02

Says the old dog: If you lack a towel, shake your tail.

20091111

In aphorism, idiom on 20091111 at 13:04

Every experience, good or otherwise, is an opportunity for growth; lack of experience is a lack of opportunity.

20091020

In aphorism, proverb on 20091020 at 22:12

The hand that holds a stone for throwing, knows not of receiving.

How delicate the little child, standing next to the adult – and yet, none is braver.

The breath of blasphemy asphyxiates only the weak who lack.

Tall grass is meant for watching; cut grass, for walking.

20090419

In rumination on 20090419 at 12:29

[on self-repression and morality]

Self-repression is not morality; it is a fear-based excuse to live under the denial of the expanse of emotions and opportunities that is gifted unto humanity. Self-repression is a lack of awareness, a lack of consciousness, and furthermore a lack of appreciation for what we have been given. It is often exercised in the [vain] name of a higher being/order/power. Its false front of morality is usually under the guise of intolerance for another’s audacity to experience life.

20090326

In aphorism, proverb on 20090326 at 16:12

A bruised apple cannot be saved but for cider.

Ruffled feathers are full of air.

That with luster lacking is lost only to its shine.

20090118

In aphorism, proverb on 20090118 at 13:28

Lonesomeness is for a lack of people, loneliness is for a lack of the right people.

Balance is beauty.

20071014

In question, rumination on 20071014 at 13:52

With every utterance of control, there is an ego born of pride, of false knowing and incomplete understanding.

For as much as we control, so are we controlled by that which is around us. As much as we analyze this process, even more so do we become a part of it.

It is sheer ignorance, if the naiveté of humanity, that permits even us to step outside of that which consumes us, that which is a part of the whole, and is the whole itself. That we might suggest that our will is not its will, that our error is not its error.

It is another arrogance to say that our error is but its error, to deny our actions on its behalf.

For all that began with nature will again end with nature – that is, entertaining the contrived concept of a beginning and an end. All that meets the eye is but a piece of the whole, the whole being a cycle of which there is no witness of a beginning and without certainty of an ending.

Our eyes see with limited sight. Our minds breathe with limited life. It is this inability to conceive of that which endures all, that which is all – that defines our being a part of the process – and not outside of, beyond, or above all.

How closely tied is our instinct to our adeptness. For it is our instinct to learn, to grow, to adapt. And so, mankind has, and will, continue in a way that always will.

Why does the sun differ from the moon? For the same reason, or lack thereof, that we are not mere beasts. We are no different, though our tongue speaks not the same.

However superb we elevate our humanity about the robin, still we know not its thoughts.

Might we entertain that its thought leaves ours behind, that it lives in a world to which we are but a busy simplicity, ever concerned with fabrications of an imagination cultivated? But we do not know what the robin thinks or even wills.

If there comes a day when we do see eye to eye with the skirting robin – will we be prepared for such complexity, as we now understand not?

Is it possible that we, too, may evolve in a parallel way, and as such, these two days may never coincide as one? So the robin and man, ever in watch, ever to question, never to know.

It is this longing and lacking that drives the cycle and leads us only to tomorrow.

We are never a farther step from today.

Note: Access to WordPress  is still blocked within China. Without access to a much appreciated VPN (proxy), I would be unable to publish to my blog from within mainland China. Thus, I am blessed and grateful to be sharing. With every post, I hereby protest the oppressive nature of the Chinese government blocking access to any part of the web.