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Thanks to Mr. Google I discovered the meaning of "Liber scriptus proferetur,in quo totum continetur, unde mundus judicetur." Mozart's, Requiem.

Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
Unde mundus judicetur.

The written book shall be brought
In which all is contained
Whereby the world shall be judged.

If we write the book ourselves,
one would expect a lot of spinning of our story, and a heap of rationalization.

BusterStronghart@Gmail.com

email exchange:

Dear St Eve my amazing friend,

I do not, and never have, consider your positions against capitalism to be "rants" or "bizarre." I have always taken them seriously. I realized long ago that you understood, much more than I, capitalism's harmful ramifications that are so easily overlooked by we. the selfish, who enjoy its benefits.

I do not think that I have a "life."

I understand and enjoy your buffoonery.

I am never certain of anything. I live in uncertainty and am comfortable here.

It am intrigued that MG seems to have become more certain of his views even as they change. I sense that you, on the other hand, have backed off the torque a little.

But I am not sure about my statements about either of you.

Truth is often found in cliches.

Is it still a cliche to say that violence leads to violence? Is it a cliche to say that those who will themselves to power are the most likely to engage in and justify violence?

If Gandhi and MLK were Palestinians how would they organize the situation?

mek


We all do have lives so there is no need to get one the question at this stage is how we spend the remainder. I prefer to entertain, play the buffoon and work on my little projects, rail against the tyrants and miscreants and laugh at the happening that my bizarre objections to capitalism and its deformed relative imperialism have all come to pass.
Note our brave Yiddish brothers are now bombing gaza. There is
a striking parallel to the Warsaw ghetto. We starved and strangled this tiny enclave they struck back and the Israelis bomb it and plan to level it. Shame shame on the nasty jewish hypocrites. With a small diminished j. With the Madoffs we join the biggest of the
of the wall street crooks and the Israelis we link arms with the
worst of the world oppressors. A schande on the jews as the NY Times points out. The christs are filled with glee and schadenfreude. Maybe we should all bust out israeli lapel pins
and strut around in yarmulkes with our pants unzipped and
our circumcised weddlers exposed chanting hurray for the jews.
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BusterStronghart@Gmail.com

The birds fly away
When the weather turns to autumn
In spring they return.

They fly, fly, fly,
Their wings carry them;

Suddenly you notice
That they already
Drink of the distant blue sky.

They fly so swiftly that one takes
Them as disappearing dreams.

What flies more swiftly
Than the birds? Life!

But, unlike the birds,
It never comes back.

…………………………………………..Adapted From “Satantango,” a Hungarian Film

BusterStronghart@Gmail.com

Far away, a man on the beach
With a flashlight.
What does he think about?

'Whatever death is
Life is worth more.'

You who are tied to me by friendship's chain,
And with whom together we kept
Wide awake so many nights;
You may want to
Mourn over my corpse.

But I say to my friends
Do not mourn me;
You know that with us
It was mostly laughs;

And mourning would strike
Against our normal selves.

But, for sure, come out to me,
And as you stand over my grave,
Cheerfully tell the jokes
We told ourselves.


And laugh some more
And mention all the old names
And know that your blood ran in mine;



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Inspired by Satantango, a Hungarian Film.