What did I learn about myself today,

I have reason to feel better, and that was true, but nothing stellar.
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On one hand I can be very impressed with bragging and boasting,

On the other hand it can seem like the hight of stupidity.
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Gree is not a color.

So alice being more clever than before

Had thought she had a plan

To escape from the giant gree haired lady

Who was busy staring at her as if as if

She were the most amazing thing in

This whole wide wild world

So she began to plot and plan

With all that mattered was elsewhere

And she did not know the lay lay

Of LESS WICKED LAND

She had to find a reliable map

Or an intruction manual

Somewhere

Somewhere
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Internet aaa...

A place of stalkers, abusers, molesters, manipulators?  EH!  I am just reading more about this and watching videos.  This makes me sick and grossed out and less trusting for sure.
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This is what it is..

Exactly that

I know what you want

Exact so not that

Could inspire

Smores for all

Are you wanting smores

You all!

Rocky Road Guys and Gals

Carmel, fudge, wip cream

Tell me it isn't true

Apples and bannanas

Do I love you?

Chocolate cream puff

Crunchy chewy

To get me

Yummy?


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Why?

She brought forth true feelings

I can not say

Is it in editing

A cut and paste

Not here not I

She has a strange vibration

As if a hidden well there

Springs in time

In melody

It is something

In the melody

That catches my liquid eyes

Through open wings of flight

Little bird still observing

Keeps the world turning

Turning.
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From the soft sounds of spring


Remember butterflys

In the summer time

It is clear

As a canoe on the river

Where there is no pain

On the river

With a dash of water

It is that beautiful

Going down stream

To the beatiful sounds of spring!
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After a huge blast of creativity from the last few days it may have been transformational.

I really like blogging

Clearly

And see its vaste potential

It's not so much for politics

Or even opinion

More for life itself

Blogging is one of the only

Healthy online activities I know of

Maybe nobody reads it

But at least somebody will

So it is not a social game

I do it for the love of it

And that alone

Mainly.
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The ducks were sneaking around

In their usual bad mood

As their life was awful

As you know

The ducks are serious

They rarely smirk

Always in thought mode

Being very alert

They were never happy

Especially at goat!
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My head was dandriff free!

Happy am I!
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Tired and off to bed.


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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.