forum-heavy irrelevant element

(the sinking sweetheart post)

At least its irrelevant,
with each and every post,
say something salient,
each and every boast.

Silently a day,
not verbal, pray.
minaret immigrant song,
prejudiced patriarch strong.

Could we please get along.
Fierce primevil emnity,
civil respectful generosity,
control your own destiny.
Facile post,
Irrelevant most.

As for sinking; I'll do my bit to hold you up.

Alas, I sank long ago. I still look up through the layers shifting and swirling above me from my sea floor vantage point, however.

Are there enough true humans to pass the test? What will my children inherent?

I am honestly confounded. I always assumed I was here for a particular purpose -- and yet, I have little confidence that I am able to accomplish it. Not to mention, my conception of what this purpose might be has so far seemed rather mutable over the decades (to my admittedly limited consciousness).

I'm rambling... I'm just delighted to see a post from you, someone whose postings here from 4 or 5 years ago felt like lightning strikes. Vajrayana, and all that...

sw

From the sea floor, i too often wonder as well, the shifting
possibilities of what i once presumed were more optimistic,
admittedly, as much as death is not pessimism, so be it, but
its been a long winter...

DU has exploded since back then, wow, and so many writers
i really came to admire have retired or gone elsewhere such
is time.

Looks like we were victorious in the end in the propaganda war.
The coin has entirely flipped since our first work, so whatever
little part the shifting of consensus, the fringe speech has
been, i have to believe the 10000 posts have been worth the time
of the investment.

I wonder perhaps if i've just passed my sell by date as a du writer,
where my place in the revolution is always in the early stages,
and now the thing is well past the tipping point... bush is going
down in 2 years taking his neocrims with him and along with it,
a generation of possibility and goodwill in the world of all living
persons.

namaste,
-s

A long winter, yes.

Death is surely not pessimism to a salmon (one of my thoughts this winter past). A single-minded urge to return to the source, depositing eggs along the way to a certain death.

One's "sell-by date" isn't the point. Seeds are sown along the way...

namaste