Ping rockhound

[Mias]

Dear Rocky - where are you? Missing you. Have not seen you for a long long
time... Come out and play.
Some play rules:
1. True greatness can only be had if one can survive greatness.
Follows that no alcoholic can thus be great.
2. Perfection lies hidden in knowledge of one's imperfection.
Follows that no alcoholic, without step 5 well done, not rare, can be
perfect.
3. Wisdom is accepting that any truth, however mind bogling it might be at
the given moment, is not a universal truth unless you can remember it the
next morning.
Follows that the words to Closing Time does not really count.
4. There is no such place as far away.
Follows that there is no such place as far away. Even when playing hide and
seek.
5. The greatest truth I have ever discovered was, after two weeks in AA,
when I realised during a meeting that I don't HAVE to drink anymore.
Follows that if THAT was my greatest truth ever, the possibilities are
endless...
6. Why do I teach best what I most need to learn despite knowing that
Richard dictated so?
Follows that I should stop teaching.
7. It is OK to reach a low, after a high. It is the very low that defines
the high.
Follows that I should cherish lows as they are the seedbed for the flights
into infinity.
8. No one in this world is different from the rest. We are just unique in
the way we talk, look, drink, think, act and speak etc.
Follows that all alcoholics are pretty much the same.

[Mias]

Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe to the
following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly are at
peace with your thoughts?
-----------------------------------------
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying: You
talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no
longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound
is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half
murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many
indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who seek
the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness reveals
to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are those
who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they
themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth within
them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the
spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the roadside
or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your
tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; For his
soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

[rockhound]

On Sun, 30 May 2004 18:55:05 +0200, "Mias"
<emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:

>Dear Rocky - where are you? Missing you. Have not seen you for a long long
>time... Come out and play.
>Some play rules:
>1. True greatness can only be had if one can survive greatness.
>Follows that no alcoholic can thus be great.

No alchoholic i know can even hold a fucking job.

>2. Perfection lies hidden in knowledge of one's imperfection.
>Follows that no alcoholic, without step 5 well done, not rare, can be
>perfect.

So we'll settle for wholly broke.

>3. Wisdom is accepting that any truth, however mind bogling it might be at
>the given moment, is not a universal truth unless you can remember it the
>next morning.

What the day will weave the night will unravel

>Follows that the words to Closing Time does not really count.
>4. There is no such place as far away.
>Follows that there is no such place as far away. Even when playing hide and
>seek.

This was one of my greatest stunts ever, as a child, playing hide and
seek, i found the best ever hiding spot. Nobody ever found me. They
had all gone home. I sat alone in the dark.

I should have learned then.

>5. The greatest truth I have ever discovered was, after two weeks in AA,
>when I realised during a meeting that I don't HAVE to drink anymore.
>Follows that if THAT was my greatest truth ever, the possibilities are
>endless...
>6. Why do I teach best what I most need to learn despite knowing that
>Richard dictated so?
>Follows that I should stop teaching.
>7. It is OK to reach a low, after a high. It is the very low that defines
>the high.
>Follows that I should cherish lows as they are the seedbed for the flights
>into infinity.
>8. No one in this world is different from the rest. We are just unique in
>the way we talk, look, drink, think, act and speak etc.

>Follows that all alcoholics are pretty much the same.

Yeah but some of you have been smoking waaaay too much incense. :)

[Mias]

"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
news:1b413f312190ed58659f5caa14185cce@news.teranew s.com...
> On Sun, 30 May 2004 18:55:05 +0200, "Mias"
> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>
> >Dear Rocky - where are you? Missing you. Have not seen you for a long
long
> >time... Come out and play.
> >Some play rules:
> >1. True greatness can only be had if one can survive greatness.
> >Follows that no alcoholic can thus be great.
>
> No alchoholic i know can even hold a fucking job.
>
> >2. Perfection lies hidden in knowledge of one's imperfection.
> >Follows that no alcoholic, without step 5 well done, not rare, can be
> >perfect.
>
> So we'll settle for wholly broke.
>
> >3. Wisdom is accepting that any truth, however mind bogling it might be
at
> >the given moment, is not a universal truth unless you can remember it the
> >next morning.
>
> What the day will weave the night will unravel
>
> >Follows that the words to Closing Time does not really count.
> >4. There is no such place as far away.
> >Follows that there is no such place as far away. Even when playing hide
and
> >seek.
>
> This was one of my greatest stunts ever, as a child, playing hide and
> seek, i found the best ever hiding spot. Nobody ever found me. They
> had all gone home. I sat alone in the dark.
>
> I should have learned then.
>
> >5. The greatest truth I have ever discovered was, after two weeks in AA,
> >when I realised during a meeting that I don't HAVE to drink anymore.
> >Follows that if THAT was my greatest truth ever, the possibilities are
> >endless...
> >6. Why do I teach best what I most need to learn despite knowing that
> >Richard dictated so?
> >Follows that I should stop teaching.
> >7. It is OK to reach a low, after a high. It is the very low that defines
> >the high.
> >Follows that I should cherish lows as they are the seedbed for the
flights
> >into infinity.
> >8. No one in this world is different from the rest. We are just unique in
> >the way we talk, look, drink, think, act and speak etc.
>
> >Follows that all alcoholics are pretty much the same.
>
> Yeah but some of you have been smoking waaaay too much incense. :)
Don't blame ME! You're the one that prayed for light - not me...

[rockhound]

On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:23:25 +0200, "Mias"
<emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:

>Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe to the
>following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly are at
>peace with your thoughts?

Dear Mias, my thoughts speaketh thusly:

Lay off the yogurt.

Love,
rock

>-----------------------------------------
>And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying: You
>talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no
>longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound
>is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half
>murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many
>indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who seek
>the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness reveals
>to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are those
>who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they
>themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth within
>them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the
>spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the roadside
>or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your
>tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; For his
>soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
>remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
>

[Mias]

OK Love Mias
"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
news:90b35f923e00382ec1f89f4ee88a402e@news.teranew s.com...
> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:23:25 +0200, "Mias"
> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>
> >Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe to the
> >following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly are at
> >peace with your thoughts?
>
> Dear Mias, my thoughts speaketh thusly:
>
> Lay off the yogurt.
>
> Love,
> rock
>
> >-----------------------------------------
> >And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying:
You
> >talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can
no
> >longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and
sound
> >is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is
half
> >murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many
> >indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who
seek
> >the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness
reveals
> >to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are
those
> >who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they
> >themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth
within
> >them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the
> >spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the
roadside
> >or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct
your
> >tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; For
his
> >soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
> >remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
> >
>

[rockhound]

I'm f***ing sorry. You have been kinder to me than anyone here, and
look how i bite the hand that would feed me. I don't know wtf my
problem is. Sorry.

On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:52:17 +0200, "Mias"
<emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:

>OK Love Mias
>"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
>news:90b35f923e00382ec1f89f4ee88a402e@news.teranew s.com...
>> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:23:25 +0200, "Mias"
>> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>>
>> >Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe to the
>> >following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly are at
>> >peace with your thoughts?
>>
>> Dear Mias, my thoughts speaketh thusly:
>>
>> Lay off the yogurt.
>>
>> Love,
>> rock
>>
>> >-----------------------------------------
>> >And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying:
>You
>> >talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can
>no
>> >longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and
>sound
>> >is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is
>half
>> >murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many
>> >indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who
>seek
>> >the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness
>reveals
>> >to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are
>those
>> >who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they
>> >themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth
>within
>> >them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the
>> >spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the
>roadside
>> >or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct
>your
>> >tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; For
>his
>> >soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
>> >remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
>> >
>>
>

[Mias]

Dear Rocky, It will be a rather chilly day in hell before you can bite MY
hand. You are such a natural.
Love Mias
"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
news:a5db07fe4c5933b98ccfdb4db738bf4f@news.teranew s.com...
> I'm f***ing sorry. You have been kinder to me than anyone here, and
> look how i bite the hand that would feed me. I don't know wtf my
> problem is. Sorry.
>
> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:52:17 +0200, "Mias"
> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>
> >OK Love Mias
> >"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
> >news:90b35f923e00382ec1f89f4ee88a402e@news.teranew s.com...
> >> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:23:25 +0200, "Mias"
> >> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
> >>
> >> >Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe to
the
> >> >following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly are
at
> >> >peace with your thoughts?
> >>
> >> Dear Mias, my thoughts speaketh thusly:
> >>
> >> Lay off the yogurt.
> >>
> >> Love,
> >> rock
> >>
> >> >-----------------------------------------
> >> >And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying:
> >You
> >> >talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you
can
> >no
> >> >longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and
> >sound
> >> >is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking
is
> >half
> >> >murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words
many
> >> >indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who
> >seek
> >> >the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness
> >reveals
> >> >to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are
> >those
> >> >who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which
they
> >> >themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth
> >within
> >> >them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the
> >> >spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the
> >roadside
> >> >or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and
direct
> >your
> >> >tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For
> >his
> >> >soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
> >> >remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
> >> >
> >>
> >
>

[rockhound]

Dear Mias,

Not sure what you mean, but i am painfully reminded once again:

"Some of us have had to learn the hard way, a price has to be paid for
sobriety. The price, as the big book tells us, that almost no
alcoholic is willing to try, is the complete destruction of selfish,
self-centered thinking and living.

Our very lives as ex-problem drinkers are contingent on a constant
thought of others and putting their well-being ahead of our own, else,
we sign our very own death warrant. Many alcoholics seem to prefer an
early appointment with the undertaker, sooner than an open minded
quest for how God would have them think, be, and treat others."

In no way do i believe God, whatever one there is, would have me
return kindness with meaness. What i said i said partly in sarcasm,
partly in jest, partly in frustration. You are the last person to
deserve my foul mouth. If i am a natural, most likely, it is a
natural fucking asshole.

Sorry again. You have been too kind, such that i see my inexcusable
self.

Thank you. You have done me a very large favor today. I will
redouble my efforts to make good, and change my ways. Even though 20
years of drunkenness has come to make a skeptic out of me, too.
There's always the beer in the fridge, if i don't like these ideas.

r,
undone


On Sun, 30 May 2004 20:34:59 +0200, "Mias"
<emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:

>Dear Rocky, It will be a rather chilly day in hell before you can bite MY
>hand. You are such a natural.
>Love Mias
>"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
>news:a5db07fe4c5933b98ccfdb4db738bf4f@news.teranew s.com...
>> I'm f***ing sorry. You have been kinder to me than anyone here, and
>> look how i bite the hand that would feed me. I don't know wtf my
>> problem is. Sorry.
>>
>> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:52:17 +0200, "Mias"
>> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>>
>> >OK Love Mias
>> >"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
>> >news:90b35f923e00382ec1f89f4ee88a402e@news.teranew s.com...
>> >> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:23:25 +0200, "Mias"
>> >> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>> >>
>> >> >Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe to
>the
>> >> >following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly are
>at
>> >> >peace with your thoughts?
>> >>
>> >> Dear Mias, my thoughts speaketh thusly:
>> >>
>> >> Lay off the yogurt.
>> >>
>> >> Love,
>> >> rock
>> >>
>> >> >-----------------------------------------
>> >> >And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying:
>> >You
>> >> >talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you
>can
>> >no
>> >> >longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and
>> >sound
>> >> >is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking
>is
>> >half
>> >> >murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words
>many
>> >> >indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who
>> >seek
>> >> >the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness
>> >reveals
>> >> >to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are
>> >those
>> >> >who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which
>they
>> >> >themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth
>> >within
>> >> >them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the
>> >> >spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the
>> >roadside
>> >> >or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and
>direct
>> >your
>> >> >tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
>For
>> >his
>> >> >soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
>> >> >remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
>> >> >
>> >>
>> >
>>
>

[Mias]

Rocky - please return to your normal playfull self! You are starting to get
me feeling all guilty that I might have broken something. But anyway - what
I MEAN is that you are special and that yes, I can see your hurt of ages
past but that is par for the course. What is not par for the course is
living with it. You are a product of this world, yes, but a very special one
to me. There is just something about you that rings extremely true and
familiar and I like that. Like myself now or then, I dont know.
Love Mias
"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
news:d0838d23932f25eb059c3ff3dafafe47@news.teranew s.com...
> Dear Mias,
>
> Not sure what you mean, but i am painfully reminded once again:
>
> "Some of us have had to learn the hard way, a price has to be paid for
> sobriety. The price, as the big book tells us, that almost no
> alcoholic is willing to try, is the complete destruction of selfish,
> self-centered thinking and living.
>
> Our very lives as ex-problem drinkers are contingent on a constant
> thought of others and putting their well-being ahead of our own, else,
> we sign our very own death warrant. Many alcoholics seem to prefer an
> early appointment with the undertaker, sooner than an open minded
> quest for how God would have them think, be, and treat others."
>
> In no way do i believe God, whatever one there is, would have me
> return kindness with meaness. What i said i said partly in sarcasm,
> partly in jest, partly in frustration. You are the last person to
> deserve my foul mouth. If i am a natural, most likely, it is a
> natural fucking asshole.
>
> Sorry again. You have been too kind, such that i see my inexcusable
> self.
>
> Thank you. You have done me a very large favor today. I will
> redouble my efforts to make good, and change my ways. Even though 20
> years of drunkenness has come to make a skeptic out of me, too.
> There's always the beer in the fridge, if i don't like these ideas.
>
> r,
> undone
>
>
> On Sun, 30 May 2004 20:34:59 +0200, "Mias"
> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>
> >Dear Rocky, It will be a rather chilly day in hell before you can bite MY
> >hand. You are such a natural.
> >Love Mias
> >"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
> >news:a5db07fe4c5933b98ccfdb4db738bf4f@news.teranew s.com...
> >> I'm f***ing sorry. You have been kinder to me than anyone here, and
> >> look how i bite the hand that would feed me. I don't know wtf my
> >> problem is. Sorry.
> >>
> >> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:52:17 +0200, "Mias"
> >> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
> >>
> >> >OK Love Mias
> >> >"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
> >> >news:90b35f923e00382ec1f89f4ee88a402e@news.teranew s.com...
> >> >> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:23:25 +0200, "Mias"
> >> >> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
> >> >>
> >> >> >Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe
to
> >the
> >> >> >following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly
are
> >at
> >> >> >peace with your thoughts?
> >> >>
> >> >> Dear Mias, my thoughts speaketh thusly:
> >> >>
> >> >> Lay off the yogurt.
> >> >>
> >> >> Love,
> >> >> rock
> >> >>
> >> >> >-----------------------------------------
> >> >> >And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered,
saying:
> >> >You
> >> >> >talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when
you
> >can
> >> >no
> >> >> >longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips,
and
> >> >sound
> >> >> >is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking,
thinking
> >is
> >> >half
> >> >> >murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words
> >many
> >> >> >indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you
who
> >> >seek
> >> >> >the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness
> >> >reveals
> >> >> >to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there
are
> >> >those
> >> >> >who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which
> >they
> >> >> >themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the
truth
> >> >within
> >> >> >them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these
the
> >> >> >spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the
> >> >roadside
> >> >> >or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and
> >direct
> >> >your
> >> >> >tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his
ear;
> >For
> >> >his
> >> >> >soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
> >> >> >remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
> >> >> >
> >> >>
> >> >
> >>
> >
>

[rockhound]

On Sun, 30 May 2004 22:17:12 +0200, "Mias"
<emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:

>Rocky - please return to your normal playfull self! You are starting to get
>me feeling all guilty that I might have broken something. But anyway - what
>I MEAN is that you are special and that yes, I can see your hurt of ages
>past but that is par for the course. What is not par for the course is
>living with it. You are a product of this world, yes, but a very special one
>to me. There is just something about you that rings extremely true and
>familiar and I like that. Like myself now or then, I dont know.
>Love Mias

Okay okay! More yogurt for you! You incense me to no end, Mias! You
know, it's you freaking 'nice' people that make us raving alcoholics
look so bad, so you best take a look at your part in it :)

----------
If i'm going down, i'm takin' y'all with me....


>"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
>news:d0838d23932f25eb059c3ff3dafafe47@news.teranew s.com...
>> Dear Mias,
>>
>> Not sure what you mean, but i am painfully reminded once again:
>>
>> "Some of us have had to learn the hard way, a price has to be paid for
>> sobriety. The price, as the big book tells us, that almost no
>> alcoholic is willing to try, is the complete destruction of selfish,
>> self-centered thinking and living.
>>
>> Our very lives as ex-problem drinkers are contingent on a constant
>> thought of others and putting their well-being ahead of our own, else,
>> we sign our very own death warrant. Many alcoholics seem to prefer an
>> early appointment with the undertaker, sooner than an open minded
>> quest for how God would have them think, be, and treat others."
>>
>> In no way do i believe God, whatever one there is, would have me
>> return kindness with meaness. What i said i said partly in sarcasm,
>> partly in jest, partly in frustration. You are the last person to
>> deserve my foul mouth. If i am a natural, most likely, it is a
>> natural fucking asshole.
>>
>> Sorry again. You have been too kind, such that i see my inexcusable
>> self.
>>
>> Thank you. You have done me a very large favor today. I will
>> redouble my efforts to make good, and change my ways. Even though 20
>> years of drunkenness has come to make a skeptic out of me, too.
>> There's always the beer in the fridge, if i don't like these ideas.
>>
>> r,
>> undone
>>
>>
>> On Sun, 30 May 2004 20:34:59 +0200, "Mias"
>> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>>
>> >Dear Rocky, It will be a rather chilly day in hell before you can bite MY
>> >hand. You are such a natural.
>> >Love Mias
>> >"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
>> >news:a5db07fe4c5933b98ccfdb4db738bf4f@news.teranew s.com...
>> >> I'm f***ing sorry. You have been kinder to me than anyone here, and
>> >> look how i bite the hand that would feed me. I don't know wtf my
>> >> problem is. Sorry.
>> >>
>> >> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:52:17 +0200, "Mias"
>> >> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>> >>
>> >> >OK Love Mias
>> >> >"rockhound" <user@null.org> wrote in message
>> >> >news:90b35f923e00382ec1f89f4ee88a402e@news.teranew s.com...
>> >> >> On Sun, 30 May 2004 19:23:25 +0200, "Mias"
>> >> >> <emiasno@spamnetactivetome.co.za> wrote:
>> >> >>
>> >> >> >Rocky... I see ... you remain silent... So you possibly subscribe
>to
>> >the
>> >> >> >following that a very dear friend of mine wrote? So you possibly
>are
>> >at
>> >> >> >peace with your thoughts?
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Dear Mias, my thoughts speaketh thusly:
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Lay off the yogurt.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Love,
>> >> >> rock
>> >> >>
>> >> >> >-----------------------------------------
>> >> >> >And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered,
>saying:
>> >> >You
>> >> >> >talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when
>you
>> >can
>> >> >no
>> >> >> >longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips,
>and
>> >> >sound
>> >> >> >is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking,
>thinking
>> >is
>> >> >half
>> >> >> >murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words
>> >many
>> >> >> >indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you
>who
>> >> >seek
>> >> >> >the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness
>> >> >reveals
>> >> >> >to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there
>are
>> >> >those
>> >> >> >who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which
>> >they
>> >> >> >themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the
>truth
>> >> >within
>> >> >> >them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these
>the
>> >> >> >spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the
>> >> >roadside
>> >> >> >or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and
>> >direct
>> >> >your
>> >> >> >tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his
>ear;
>> >For
>> >> >his
>> >> >> >soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is
>> >> >> >remembered When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.
>> >> >> >
>> >> >>
>> >> >
>> >>
>> >
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