“…Who today has the nostalgia of Good which is the air given off by spiritual life when that life is Beauty (RA 12/3) ? Hardly anyone. We* do, yes, but we are boring, “has-beens”; our gravitational force for the moment is near zero. In a world where anything goes, except if you attack a bank(s) or commit murder(s), good and bad the same, the result is a general slackening. Our missionaries, except for rare exceptions, only encounter wishy-washy hordes under the orders of general ideas, the common mentality. Who sees that only penitence, the return to active Good in the heart of one’s self raises man above himself and causes him to once again be made a god (RA2/13)? Who puts Good above goods? The powers that be have done their best to make Good disappear, Good which exercises too great a gravitational force on hearts, Good and hearts being non-taxable, whereas goods attract taxes, goods are super-taxable. Goods are a super-useful reality. Good is only useful to men of Good and what can leaders (RA16/1) and their black dogs (RA xliii/11) or dogs with black tails (RA xlv/1) do with men of Good? Yet there is no nobler position than that of a man of Good!…”
excerpt from reply to comment 19sep17 188C170
Translated by djd
RA=The Revelation of Arès
“The deep cause of Muslim terrorism is not religious. It’s hate for western civilisation.
But this problem is replicated by another: We westerners don’t love ourselves either. Our missionaries are quite conscious of this reason buried deeply beneath other arguments. The people they meet don’t love themselves/each other, don’t expect much from themselves, in other words there is a painful general apathy. Should I say a general depression? … I am going to tell you why they feel this disgust or general apathy. It’s because they have completely lost sight that mankind has a much greater need for grandeur, interior beauty (RA 12/3), superior ideals, magnificent, of heroism (RA xxxv/4-12), love for one’s neighbour, forgiveness, true freedom, than for social security. That is what The Revelation of Arès reintroduces into our minds and that is what we seek to reintroduce to the public mind by assembling a small remnant (24/1) of heroes who go into the streets to remind humanity of this. Yes, we must fish out our beautiful ideals, particularly those of The Sermon on the Mount, from the gutters and sewage pipes where they have been abandoned.”
Excerpt from the reply to 12sep17 188C158
Translated by djd
Today I will be babbling about bagels. Again.
For several months a new business was awaited which promised bagels but when they opened, in spite of a window full of bagels, they would not sell a plain bagel and they didn’t have any butter (even though this is in Brittany). It turns out they only have a limited number and prefer to sell them garnished (better profit). It was probably another case of “if looks could kill” on my part. I need to get rid of any animosity I may still harbour.
I do know how to make bagels. It’s just nice sometimes to instantly satisfy a hankering with one single bagel. Now I will have to be disciplined and put some in the freezer.
Once again, the proof is in the chew and these come out way ahead. However their belly buttons seem to have disappeared.
Would you rather have double chocolate or vanilla?
Double chocolate please, I replied.
My husband returned from the freezer with a dark brown box containing ice cream-cicles. The outside was dark chocolate but when we bit into them, they were the vanilla ones.
A couple of days later, we tried again and when he returned with a box dressed in spotted animal skin, pink and gold, I immediately understood our previous error. That does not correspond to my image of double chocolate. Neither did the contents for that matter. The outer coating was milk chocolate, there was an inner layer of chocolate-flavoured syrup and the ice cream itself was a very light sepia shade of beige.
Spotted skin (maybe hyena, let me laugh), pink and gold make me think of 1950’s, red lipstick, kitsch, late night movies, boudoir. I was curious what these graphics would evoke for others, so I asked my friends on facebook what do you think was in this package, posting this image:
They replied: zucchini, shampoo, bulb for spring garden, a wrap, flowers, chocolate, blueberry cobbler or leopard print fabric, a cheetah, pet food.
This confirms my conviction that a marketing error was made. Not to mention the name of the product. What percentage of chocolate would you expect in something called double chocolate? In all fairness I should say that I usually eat Lindt 85% so we are talking about serious chocolate taste and not flavoured sugar in my case.
According to the box: chocolate ice cream (with 6% milk chocolate) with a chocolate flavour coating (8%), chocolate sauce (19%) and milk chocolate (24%).
In real life, the ice cream was paler, at least to my eyes.
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I was given a squash plant at a plant swap, purportedly a butternut, but as its fruit began to form, it clearly was not a butternut. It somewhat resembled a watermelon. I hope it is not a gourd. Some people do grow gourds but I would rather have something edible. Ah! Perplexity. What is it? […]
Does anyone need an opening phrase for a never-ending saga ?
“She noticed it was dirty.”
How could a simple idea like “clean that Vélux” turn into such an undertaking! I considered writing heavy undertaking or enormous undertaking or even just big, but decided to do limited exaggeration. Does that exist or is it an oxymoron? In any case I warned myself that the next passing pigeon would bring the window out of its semi-pristine state, semi-, because who can claim to make an over 30 years old skylight like new? Upstairs, downstairs, rub, rub, rub, scrape, rub some more…
I think my shoulder gave up a half-life to the cause. Or did I do something yesterday? Oh, yes, I was waving a hedge cutter above my head in a vain attempt to dompter shrubbery originally intended to just go natural and act as a windbreak, but now risks blocking the sun from the persimmon tree we planted later. Dompter is what lion tamers do. Back, back, eleagnus and photinia. May the sun shine on the persimmon tree and into our bedroom.
The unfinished trimming—maybe with a lopper?
I felt rewarded when I went to the store and discovered my latest vice was back in stock after several months of absence.
There’ll be some crunching in the old house tonight.
La, la, la…..
Yesterday I went to a contest called Plumes et Pinceaux. In addition to several art categories, there was one for writing. This hollyhock inspired me.
La Rose Trémière
En passant la riche couleur
de tes fleurs
attire mon regard
Rouge soutenue, presque noir
Au bord du trottoir.
Je plonge, je rêve,
le désire d’avoir
Peu importe ta branche cassée,
Tu ne demande pas beaucoup de place
ni terre fertile,
Tu resplendis tout simplement
Pour la joie du passant.
It was risky for me to write in French unarmed so to speak, no computer, no dictionary, but when I typed it up last night WORD only found two errors. That does not mean there aren’t more.
And my painting: