Good Morning Local's Friends! Refugees, Phamily and Digital Neighbors, Early Birds & Dawn Patrol, Conversants and Lurkers, whoever you might be. 🌞 Winter storm Rambo continues to dump on the Midwest. I hope wherever life finds you, life is good and you have arrived at a meaningful Thursday. Happy Thursday some may say, as far as I can tell it has been snowing again since Midnight when I let Jackson out to do his business.
Meaningful Thursday - meaningful life. -e h hits on another theme of maturity for such a young lass. Discernment of gifts and charisms is more needed than figuring out a degree that may offer you little more than a completion of payment certificate. Discernment of gifts or making a living off of your passion may not always be possible. Artist often seem to struggle with the ability to supply their talent and find people willing to pay for it. Sometimes your A game passion has to become more of a joy sustaining hobby while you find employment that provides an income. Hopefully something better than what Erin speaks to in her poem. Mind numbing and soul sucking jobs need to be avoided, if it is bad today it will be worse a month or year from now. Isn't that the advice that Jordan Peterson offers? Anyway, here is a more sobering poem by Erin Hanson, perhaps some good advice from one young soul to another and a wake up call to those further down the road in a lifeless existence. Happy Thursday Local's Friends & Phamily!
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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Quite apart from the fact that I utterly admire, even love, her, this is the best possible response to an idiot, who, in his defense, asked a pretty good question.
https://x.com/TBifford/status/2087992591279407133/video/1?s=61
The Beautiful
Said the Disciple to the Lover, “Sir, before I left the world I heard certain men who were held in high esteem and thought to know the will of the Beloved say that those who loved the Beautiful did not love the Beloved but loved idols, yet in the Garden of the Beloved we are ever striving to create beauty for the pleasure of the Beloved. Were they then speaking the truth?”
The Lover answered, “Those who said this had never glimpsed the form of the Beloved nor ever truly sought Him, for all beauty is but the reflection of the beauty of the Beloved, although seen very dimly as in a dark and faulty mirror, even as all goodness is a dim reflection of the goodness of the Beloved. So it is that those who love beauty and goodness recognize dimly in them the form of the Beloved and though often in ignorance those who are seeking the Beautiful and the Good are seeking after the Beloved.”
