Jessica Bibbee

Posts Tagged ‘season’

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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20090929

In aphorism, proverb on 20090929 at 08:10

The bee that stings never does again.

The wise is aware of his ignorance, but the fool is ignorant even of his awareness.

The smoking hand is an idle hand.

The dreaming mind is a sleeping mind.

Who wears a shoe is never at home.

A lawn seeded is a lawn mowed.

The dry well is a lonely well.

A color is worn in season’s time.

The single ply does not fray.

A ripened fruit falls free from the vine; the immature cling fast.

20090928

In aphorism, proverb, rumination on 20090928 at 21:27

Suppose religion were superstition, that God were a god, that the creator were man.

The dreaming mind is a sleeping head.

Who wears a shoe is never at home.

A lawn seeded awaits a mowing.

The dry well is a desolate well.

A color is worn in a season’s time.

The single ply does not fray.

A smoking hand is an idle hand.

A ripened fruit falls from the vine; lo, the immature cling fast.

20090328

In aphorism, proverb on 20090328 at 15:33

Season a pot, not without heat or smoke high.

Project who you want to be, and that is who you are.

Even the big worm does not tempt a fish with purpose.

The traveler brings clarity home.

Travel allows one to know more clearly the meaning of home, by questioning it.

Why plant a seed, if only to let it thirst?

The truth stands where’er a fool lies.