There isn't really a muse thread.

Could it be a super-ego of sorts?

Father issues in my opinion are more weight for boys than Oedipal ones with the mother, although they are interdependent and at times anomalous. Going through a thing with my own son in law, that is as.convoluted as can be, and my grandson is involved , and I am trying to sort out his victimhood out of it, as much as those around him are trying to weaponize it.

You may comment at this point, certainly, since most boys will dislike their fathers from the get go, since they present unfair competition for mom.

But this is one turn of complexity above that, not necessarily related, that of sheer dependency toward the strongest individual. Cross purposes may abide here and convoluted. Maybe this sources the begi bongs of a lot of sounds, against not only boards, but mirrors are held up. The latter perhaps are a lot more primary, a d they too can conflict, intersect and compensate.

Maybe when we talk with our self, we are seeking a higher ground, that we interpret for a prior ground.

The sins of our fathers are at times merely unnoticeable vignettes, played out against a backdrop of innocent innuendo , seething with underlying faux innoscence.

why not just a direct conversation with source itself?

Easier, perhaps if you believe source is all that is. I’d rather bitch at the source then it’s result. So yeah, we all know this ends badly… why go there? And source says surprise surprise and half a surprise, ya caught me.

I haven’t figured out how to spell the non-gender, species, race, alien non-specific name I could use either. It’s like a vibration… what do you cal that? Middle “C”? “Hum”?

But yeah, totally, Freudian.

experience all that is required of life. don’t be too special in what you do. oxygen is a catalyst, breath. care for the air.

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or… common sense?

Indeed!

The source is beyond interpretation, Freud is not dynamic, merely descriptive, interpretive of asymptomatic & patent .

I can not say as yet, who on these boards dare to travail a submerging toward the subterranean regions, for after all, this is the internet, and privacy would be casually thrown into the wind of unknown destinations! There is an element of total nudity, and an exposure of the darkness within.
Analysis is cryptic in that sense, the veneers of civilization’s vulnerability may unhinged from their moorings.

I believe the tense of your preposition, in an other thread is no longer valid. Sort of past the Intermission between acts.

I suspect i know of which, the tense, to it applies, and the matter is: stuck in the middle: can’t foreward or backward move, an intolerable travesty: therefore waiting is not an option; the show must go on, even if it can no tell, of hidden elements untold!

But, it’s not over at least until its really over.Therefore, and thus, even if an eye sore. As it is, merely a graphic semblance, grin and bare some more.

Certainly will not bury, but major themes outworn, even as may lapse into more unknown , less not more, description.

It is not a particular economic system that is flawed, its the practitioners. Generally speaking the mass of humanity ain’t much to be proud of. Larger picture. I could cooperate with our own destruction… you know bring the inevitable along faster. Why put off until tomorrow what we can do today? Just throw it all away. Didn’t rinse that can… why should I, I’ve got to pay for water that was once free. Fuck recycling. Throw away anything that could be recycled and attempt to recycle anything that should be thrown away. We need more garbage in the oceans, so we should do away with any regulations regarding garbage carrying vessels. If a needle would pop that bubble let’s load it up with some trash. And by all means if you’ve got some left over Round Up dump it into the storm water drains, along with your used motor oil, and antifreeze. Why should corporations have all the fun? Shouldn’t have to recycle old tires, just take em down to that creek culvert and chuck em in. They’ll find a spot next to all the other house hold appliances.

Even if we had only fifty percent global population participation, we could sink this blue marble in a cosmic heartbeat if we put our never full enough pockets into it. Let’s just all admit we’re acting suicidal. A fairly sociopath population.

Mowk, wrote a lot of stuff , nothing good. So better not to write at all then to dribble out vomitus of lasting inscription.

Nice. It’s good to know I have it in me. Easy.

So what quality of the general population are you most proud of?

Continued slavery to this day? Capitalist game playing? A bit more of unfair trade?

How are you going to slice up the pie? Let’s see, one percent of the population that controls 99% of the planets resource, compared to the three percent of the population that gives a shit and another 96% that’s nothing more then along for the ride?

I say the universe would be better off without us. Species go extinct in the wake of our behavior, and you have the balls to claim what I write is “vomitus”. Take a fucking look around you. All humans spew is vomit, me and mine included.

Par for the course. The end justifies the means. I don’t particularly agree with the means or what “we’ve” accomplished.

Which of our accomplishments will you put up against continued starvation?

It’s just a salamander, for fucks sake… no need. It’s just a fuckin human, no redemption. None that scales to our destructive capacity.

Woooaw! Did you see the comma after Mowk? It was.meant to mean that I wrote crap commenting on your stuff, AND erased it because it was sub quality.

That comma indicates everything.

I can’t write anything tonight but will try I got troubles with my stupid son in and he blocks me big time he is such a ducking idiot tomorrow maybe later.

Try not to take it to heart too much… sometimes we need to go easy on family/each other… let it work itself/the situation out without stressing too much.

Yeah, I saw the comma; looked to me like a fat fingered extra space.

Wow! everything is indicated by a comma. That helps a lot.

All it indicated was that the grey area, as an evolving object of apprehension, fails at times of stress, to either expand or shrink beyond recognition.

Now more.lucid, can post this with a more reasonable certainty, ?

MagsJ

Always good advice, if it doesn’t get better, at least it gets different.

course just as Peacegirl suggest, and the comment "time is of the essence’ (my italics),
however, that is exactly the trouble with time:

It is relative, literally and figuratively.
It remains in an aura of anathema, suspended , at a level of cohesion, and not defining much more then the over used cliche,

“It is what it is” , in the present time.
( Oh so fleeting)

At timeless, only a miracle can solve a situation, lasting perhaps at least half a generation or 10 years duration.

Can’t even guess what that is!

And then there is the problem of the value in what one produces.

That still troubles me to this day. Of what value was any of the “art” I produced? There is so much junk lying around of what I’ve doodled in my lifetime. Thousands of sketches, studies of how the world looked to me. I spent a lot of time. I should have been picking beans. And all of the time spent fucking around with music. Less then a dozen people have ever heard me play guitar and fewer have heard me play the uke. So why? Hours spent writing stories that will never be read, hours playing music that will never be heard. And a million ideas never realized.

What is the worth?

A seventeenth century desk was valued at 40,000 dollars 10 years ago, today it’s value was 20,000, and the guy that made it back then was lucky to have made twenty bucks for his labor.

In all matters, if, of transvaluation, the price to pay may be wildly unpredictable.
One can not certainly wrap around all the variables, loose ends abound everywhere.
True grit is required, as the most valuable asset, slow and conforming method within and without which, such passage is inconceivable and effectively inconsolable.
With absolutely no thought of defeat.
The ultimate conditional:
The constitution bearing such fortitude. Or else all up for grabs .
With largess enuf to live through the contradiction inherent.
Think know, what’s involved.

Muse on.

What do we need a federal government for? And how big does it need to be. Well we are a United States. That would appear to require some centralized authority that could act faster in the event one or several states became incapacitated due to either outside forces or natural events, then they could individually. It’s already a form of socialism and insurance by pool. Who would protect Arizona, if we did have an actual invasion at the boarder with Mexico, or lets say a drug cartel within Mexico, not actually an attack by Mexico. Drug cartels, pretty much on the right on that social spectrum and politically as well. The smaller the opposition (federal government of the US, and if it were just Arizona; it’s populated by mostly old folks.) the better.

Seems the best defense would be to work with the Mexican government to eliminate its corruption. Mexico has a lot of fertile soil and a lot of corruption. Strong, optimum governments working together for each others good sounds like a better way to be a good neighbor. When was the last time we sent a neighborhood basket to Mexico? It’s a neat place, have visited several times and have friends there. If you could think a pleasant thought; their family recently lost their father, husband, grandfather. He was a good man, and will be missed on this side of the boarder as well.

Does Trump have a friend south of the boarder? I feel as if I have a second family there.

One difference between the right and the left; the right denies it is of this earth and the left embraces it. That’s going to ripple down into religion, politics, society, culture and economics as it has for thousands of years. Examples too numerous to count, and the right simply denies it away. Humans inherit the earth, it’s ordained by god; religiously, therefor politically, socially, culturally and economically.

Eyes wide open instead. There is more out there then meets the eye.

A leopard drags it’s kill into a tree, because the hyena, it’s only other competitor can’t climb trees. Securing for ones self is naturally expressed, yet to call it greed uses a word with a whole lot of baggage attached. A chipmunk that weighs a few hundred grams can put up 80 pounds of food for its winter. Hording; that seems at the surface a bit extreme, but it also aids in the distribution of plant species the chipmunk values as food. There has not been evidence found that chipmunks enslave their fellow chipmunks to perform the task for them, but that too earns a place in the survival tactics of note.