No New Tale to Tell

Blah, Blah, Blah

Funny how mentioning Krishnamurti seems to raise people's ire and suspicion. And, somehow, when one mentions that he or she likes Krishnamurti, suddenly that person does not believe in beliefs, scriptures, or even Truth. I was questioned by more than one school administrator for using him in classrooms, though never asked why, or how.

Wow. Could not be further from the Truth.

As for me, and I can only speak for myself, as it does not matter what others have said before me, or for that matter after me, I alone can be responsible for saying what I do or do not "believe" in.

I love words. They are my life. I cherish and value them like good friends. I am grateful for the writers, prophets, both false and true, who came before me to provide me with good material to read and to contemplate.

But, in the end, when the day is done, what have we said, what have we gained, what have we dared to loose if it is merely  words, words, words?

I believe in many things. I believe the world is as it should be, for it is the best of all possible worlds. I believe in love, laughter, pain, sorrow, loss, anger, fear, and every other human emotion. But, why write? Why blog? Why do we do it?

Do we have a new tale to tell?

No New Tale to Tell

OR

Is it All in My Mind? 

Beauty in the Hurricane's Eye

Ultimately, I look for Beauty.

I like beautiful things, even when they are not beautiful. An absence of beauty has often been the key to finding the beautiful in my life.

Love and Rockets is a perennial favorite for me. An offshoot of Bauhaus when Peter Murphy, who moved to Turkey and pursued another dimension of his own music, leaving David J, Daniel Ash, and Kevin Haskins to create the legacy of the Bubble People. Both Love and Rockets and Peter Murphy have served as personal challenges to me as well, raising pertinent questions in my life, sometimes poetically in song, and sometimes with cacophony and chaos, much like Bauhaus's "Bela Lugosi's Dead." The Yin and Yang of sound.

Finding Beauty in the Hurricane's eye has helped me to weather the ensuing storm, when I have been most vulnerable.

May you find your own Beauty in the Eye.

Yin and Yang and the Flowerpot Man