Actually, you are correct Dearman. The proverb is for a grain of salt you lose the entire meal. I don't know where all that sand entered into the picture.
But again, in my personal email to you I would prefer when you attack not the frisbee on top of my roof but the dismantle my foundation from the very bottom. Philosphies are not about the details. Yes some of life is in the details, but not this topic. We are talking in generalities here. I would sincerely like you to topple my pyramid like you used to, so I can learn something here from you.
Through your dichotomy I discovered my dual nature because of your devil's advocacy position, and I want to publicly thank you for making me a better man.
I sounded very smart after leaving the site, because I was able to relate to women better. You are right again, my trouble with women was that I thought they really didn't care about men, or knew anything about us. But because you were my master in teaching dual nature, that there is at least 2 sides to something, I found that women know men better than we do, they really want to get to know us, and it was only in examining the infinity within me and finding the dual nature that I could understand women have a perfect grip of understanding about us.
If women are a stranger to us how can we love them? If love is immortal, and in m,y case my love is immortal, because I write about the women that let me love them, and it makes me love them more, I get brainwashed into loving a woman when I write about her, and for posterity sake she becomes immortal when the whole world reads about this woman I destroyed my life just to have one more moment with her. To lose my immortality for just one instant to be with her to see the ruddy complexion on her face, the skin of Strawberris. But you do not lose immortality when you destroy yourself to be with her, she sees how hard you pang for her, and then she says be my man, and then even if the relationship is over, the love never dies. I think LOve is immortal, and one other thing too, could be the key.
I think travel might somehow be related. To escape the mundane, like the TransAmerican trip moral. We are in bondage to maintaining our props, our rent and such as you say, instead of success maintenence, we should take a privileged look at the world through sabbaticals.
The teaching profession realizes the value of the sojourn, and every seven years you are allowed to take a whole year off.
Teachers are a very important part of the whole learning process, and they are to be afforded certain privileges others would only waste. Teachers after 7 years of teaching take their Master's Degree in graduate school, and then in another 7 years they get their Phd or another Masters Degree, and they can rise to administration and be a teacher of teachers.
(Thank you telling me that I am a bit obscure and that for the most part people don't understand me, Dearman, so I will try to make my outdated references more concrete so even an idiot could understand. I will try to be more clear in the future. I was merely trying to be concise, and I see the whole message gets lost.)
Felix it was not clear in your post, did you do go for a trip, were you able to take a journey from the mundane? I know you are the most avid reader on the site, but if you have learned anything from me, it is you will never find the answer in a book or on the internet. Real people live, they travel, they get out there and experience life on the stoops of the ghetto. In order to live and grow we have to escape our opium dens ensnarled in cable. Felix you are the salt of the Earth, as you said the resident science expert and prodigous poster.
