Folded Thought of the Day:

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"...Who claims Truth, Truth abandons. History is hir'd, or coerc'd, 
only in Interests that must ever prove base. She is too innocent, 
to be left within the reach of anyone in Power,-- who need but touch 
her, and all her Credit is in the instant vanish'd, as if it had 
never been. She needs rather to be tended lovingly and honorably 
by fabulists and counterfeiters, Ballad-Mongers and Cranks of ev'ry 
Radius, Masters of Disguise to provide her the Costume, Toilette, 
and Bearing, and Speech nimble enough to keep her beyond the 
Desires, or even the Curiosity, of Government..." 

"History is not Chronology, for that is left to lawyers,--nor is 
it Remembrance, for Remembrance belongs to the People. History can 
as little pretend to the Veracity of the one, as claim the Power 
of the other,--her Practitioners, to survive, must soon learn 
the arts of the quidnunc, spy and Taproom Wit,--that there may 
ever continue more than one life-line back into a Past we risk, 
each day, losing our forbears in forever,-- not a Chain of single 
Links, for one broken Link could lose us All,--rather, a great 
disorderly Tangle of Lines, long and short, weak and strong, 
vanishing into the Mnemonick Deep, with only their Destination 
in common." 

-- From "Mason & Dixon" by Thomas Pynchon


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Before we continue on our journey we must stop and gather 
our bearings.  Have you looked around lately?  You are in 
the middle of something very mysterious and scary.  And 
you probably feel perfectly safe.  

We are drawing a line through the terrain of our consciousness.  
Setting up boundaries.  Pounding stakes and building outposts.  
Ripping down the frontier of our potential, far as the eye can 
see, and beyond -- mile by mile, tree by tree, dream by dream.  

Nobody here has set foot in tomorrow but we all have a good 
idea of what we'll see there.  Does that give you a sense 
of comfort or does it make you uneasy?  

We lament the past without feeling our history.
We fear the future without tending to our needs.
We forget the moment.

I heard the son "Pink Moon" by Nick Drake used as the 
soundtrack for a car commercial.  

I was having dinner with a friend at a restaurant, I looked 
to my left and observed a married couple seated together, 
both of them were on their cell phones. 

I was talking with another friend who happens to one of 
the smartest people I know.  He was relaying a recent 
realization that he will never be able to afford to buy 
a house.  He's a teacher.  

Prozac is part of the national vocabulary. 

You know, when I was in elementary school, my class spent 
a weekend on an island in Puget Sound.  One of the things 
they taught us was, if you ever find yourself lost in the 
forest, the first thing you should do is hug a tree.  

I think it's time we start surveying the terrain for 
something to wrap our arms around.

And it might be a good idea to eye the map.  To see 
how we got here.  And where our direction is taking us.  


Now, how about a little ditty by Nick Drake.  

"Life is but a memory
Happened long ago.
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show.
Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
Till you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why."


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