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Ibis
What never was is now.
But, back then, it was a rainbow
that stood between
God's promise and
Armageddon.
Both the cruel acts of nature
and the dispassion of kismet
happen together at times.
The changes are constantly
moving from what was
to how now brown cow.
What was important then,
when whippoorwills called,
and evening is nigh,
is now just so so.
Whatta ya expect
the effect might be
if all inspiration to create
speciously failed
to bait one's breath?
fmp, Thursday, March 4, 2010
It's always about hope isn't it. There's not any difference in the persuasion needed for proselytizing religion or selling AmWay products or running for political office. Professional educators make their living educating people to think that paying for even more education that will answer all their predatory prayers of learning to sell hope. Hope is the only product on Earth anybody got for sale.
All professionals like doctors, lawyers, and Indian Chiefs sell hope or various products that promise hope. A surgeon sells his potential patients on taking his surgery with the idea that the procedure will give the person hope of getting healed or at least relieved of pain. It seems ghoulishly like the old highwaymen demands, "Your money or your life."
In the cowboy movies of the Forties and Fifties, irately selling the hope of living in a decent community allowed street-wise rabble rousers to form a mob in small towns to break the unsuspecting lonesome drifter outta jail and hang him from the highest tree. Subsequently, the preacher/priests would come along and sell the guilt-ridden former rioters/townspeople the hope that for a generous donation to the building fund, God will forgive them for murder in the first degree. As if God has greasy palms too.
Story-tellers from ancient times have employed cleverness and powerful conversion techniques to obtain the same results Sheherazade did by the enticing way she told The Thousand And One Tales of Arabian Nights. She saved her own life by telling interesting stories that so intrigued her would-be murderer King, that he eventually married her instead.
I am presently looking for hope in a series of internet searches. Some of the links I check out seem to have the info I need until I read a little further past the introductory paragraphs, and then the trail turns cold. I'm reading about sprouting seeds and legumes and whatever else will sprout cheaply for the greatest benefit. I reading to find out about using kelp for fertilizer.
The seeds that I bought and sprouted and eaten have provided me with some experience to base my reading on presently. I was real pleased with the alfalfa and radish sprouts I grew. They looked a lot like the alfalfa sprouts I bought at the store. That's kind of my criteria for judging how well the seeds I sprouted did. Mine tasted crunchier because they were obviously fresher, and I'm prejudiced. '-)
They're simple enough to prepare to eat. I just put some mayonnaise on whole wheat bread, stick a glob of sprouts on the bread and eat it just like I would a tomato sandwich. The radish sprouts tasted just a little spicy and were very crunchy, yet sweet.
I tried sprouting some wheatberries, but they didn't do like I expected. The broccoli seeds barely sprouted at all. Most of them appeared to be dead seed. Like two-thirds of them didn't do anything at all. Some of the red clover seed did better, but there were still lots of hard seed that didn't sprout. This may have a lot to do with the ambient temperature where I had the sprouting jars. I read today I shouldn't have had them in direct sunlight either. That's why I'm reading. To find these things out.
The sesame seeds I bought in the Mexican food section at Wal-Mart may sprout or not. Lentil and black bean and sunflower seeds have hulls on them that have to be dealt with. I sort of figured a way of getting the hulls off by degree, however, the reading material I'm currently plowing through has given me some hints about other ways of de-hulling that might work. It also said that some seeds like sesame can't sit around long after they germinate or they get bitter tasting.
It seems like I'm getting agreeably obsessed with knowing where the food I eat comes from. The food I buy at the grocery store comes from all over the world. It's picked green and sprayed with chemicals and gasified and radiated with weird x-rays to give it shelf life. It's a real mess, and I have begun to think the food I eat is more responsible for my health problems than getting old is. I haven't a clue about what excuse young people use for their health problems
My lack of knowledge about sprouting seeds probably has a lot to do with my brown thumb. It may have a lot to do with my not having much success with growing stuff from seeds. I never sprouted nothing, and didn't realize I was supposed to. One thing is for sure, I'm gonna have lots of sunflowers around my place this summer. The hulled sunflower seeds I germinated and put on top of some potting soil is growing like crazy.
Somebody wrote a short e-mail about us being the aliens we keep expecting from outer space. Each of us arrived from outer space just in ti-me. Each and everybody is always us. We are everything any of us can tolerantly imagine.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
