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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SADNESS.

She is sad. She cannot seem to shake it.

When you close your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what need have they of light to see what you are doing?

It is only when we are very happy,
that we can bear to gaze merrily upon
the vast and limitless expanse of water,
rolling on and on with such persistent,
irritating monotony,
to the accompaniment of our thoughts,
whether grave or gay.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety;
but when they are sad, then every breaker,
as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness,
and to speak to us of hopelessness
and of the pettiness of all our joys.

– Baroness Emmuska Orczy







No more truth. Bells ring no more in me. I am all alone singly. Lonely rests my head. O my God! I am dead.



You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from nesting in your hair.

The fall goes on forever

A tear of joy

A tear of grief

A tear to clean the eye



2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate RESENTMENT – the No1 OFFENDER. SHE says again – NOTHING AT ALL. Lest the pustule burst. Think  first and study. DO NOT LIGHT THAT FIRE.

 I’m hitting the woods just great, but I’m having a terrible time getting out of them.
 ~saying about religious by Harry Toscano

Forgiveness is a virtue, is forgiving, pardon of a fault, remission of a debt. To forgive means give up, cease to harbor resentment, wrath, to remit a debt, to give up resentment or claim to requital for, pardon an offense. Forgiveness is a Primary Law

Confucius said: “…why do you not study the Book of Poetry? The Odes serve to stimulate the mind. They may be used for purposes of self-contemplation. They teach the art of sociability. They show how to regulate feelings of resentment.



How wonderful it would be if we could help our children and grandchildren to learn thanksgiving at an early age. Thanksgiving opens the doors. It changes a child’s personality. A child is resentful, negative or thankful. Thankful children want to give, they radiate happiness, they draw people.

~ Sir John Templeton

Put love first. Entertain thoughts that give life
And when a thought or resentment, or hurt, or fear
comes your way, have another thought that is more powerful
— a thought that is love.
–Mary Manin Morrissey —

He is a fine friend.
He stabs you in the front
Leonard Louis Levinson


“Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends … So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” – 1 Corinthians 13 v 4-8, 13

There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever
Thomas Edison



2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate RAGE. Savage, suppressed anger and smouldering bushfire resentments. And SHE makes no comment at all.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve



 if you want to follow the doctrine of the One,
Do not rage against the World of the Senses.
Only by accepting the World of the Senses
Can you share in the True Perception.”
–   Seng-ts’an you want to follow the doctrine of the One,
Do not rage against the World of the Senses.
Only by accepting the World of the Senses
Can you share in the True Perception.”
–   Seng-ts’an you want to follow the doctrine of the One,
Do not rage against the World of the Senses.
Only by accepting the World of the Senses
Can you share in the True Perception.”
–   Seng-ts’an

Beware – those blind with rage are by destiny ensnared.


 Has thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid
as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
~Job 39:19-25

  Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that’s scarcely felt or seen. Thine is an oyster knife, that hacks and hews; The rage but not the talent to abuse. – Lady Mary Wortley Montague

The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest; The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man. – Samuel Johnson

        You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live.  Alexander Pope


2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the SHEER sit down crying powerlessness of IT ALL. The CENTRELINK  DON’T PAY AUSTUDY TO PHD STUDENTS – Kids don’t live near us and I AM MAD WITH YOU sobbing on the end of the bed tears.

No sooner did I bend over and scratch the soil with the hoe that I began to unearth bits
and pieces … of my past.  Memories forever rooted in time were clustered in my garden
consciousness like potatoes, waiting, crying to be dug up.  …  I plant flowers and vegetables. 
I harvest memories – and life.
–   Nancy H. Jordan, 1993

If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

Ticks, bedbugs and a crying child are insupportable. Lebanese




Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel.  ~Buffy Sainte-Marie




A few acres of heartache
Of, the most sacred ground
But, all “they” see is money
The most valuable, around.

We all know, who will win
It’s “them”, with all the means
It won’t be the souls, that cry
From, those most horrific scenes.

And if “they” build, buildings
Each window, will show
The reflections of a life
Someone, will never know.

There will be, some peeking out
And, looking to the sky
To, see the crash, that took them
And ask, the question, “Why?”

There will be, some looking down
And, trying to find release
Amongst the structures that “they” build
But, there will be no peace.

Del aka Abe Jones

     Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

      If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”



2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SMILING as the sun sets. SMILING when there is no mobile range to speak to a loved one. They consider the discipline of smiling at the small things and smiling despite the big things. Perhaps indeed the Big things are the Small ones. Thats good enough reason to smile. Lizzy was smiling up on Moreton Bay and out in Bellinger Valleys. Smiling often and often in Brisbane and waiting for Santa in Armidale. Now the Night comes in and SHE practices the SMILE. Even though not one of her Loved Ones is anywhere near her. Hundred of miles away. And the Moon is not rising tonight.


She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
He remembered past kindnesses of a friend
and wrote him a thank-you letter

“It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.”

 Irish Sayings



“Did you know…
that when you walk past a flower, whether it be in somebody’s garden or on a vacant hillside,
the flower will always smile at you.The most polite way to respond, 
I’ve been told, is to cheerfully
return the smile.”

Ron Atchison


The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.
— Leonard Cohen
1934-, Canadian-born American Musician, Songwriter, Singer
Geez, if I could get through to you, kiddo, that depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling. Reduction, see? Of all feeling. People who keep stiff upper lips find that it’s damn hard to smile.
— Judith Guest
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Georgina Rossetti

If you are invited into an English home, at five o’clock in the morning you get a cup of tea. It is either brought in by a heartily smiling hostess or an almost malevolently silent maid. When you are disturbed in your sweetest morning sleep you must not say: “Madame (or Mabel), I think you are a cruel, spiteful and malignant person who deserves to be shot.” On the contrary, you have to declare with your best five o’clock smile: “Thank you so much. I do adore a cup of early morning tea, especially early in the morning.” If they leave you alone with the liquid, you may pour it down the washbasin.

“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.” – St. Paul (1 Corinthians 13:13)



2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate WINTER.  Wintermoon they call it. WHY ?  There’s no moon this year while its on and May isn’t winter anyways. Especially up there in the North. Winter now – well Lloyd from the BUSHRANGERS in Armidale tells me he has had 2 wood fires burning for more than 6 weeks. Thats WINTER even in AUTUMN. HE speaks of WOLLONGONG winters and Kati B is out in Kalang for her first Valley Winter in years NOT that its WINTER YET. NOT at all. SHE – well she last had a southern winter in 1971 and promised herself not to do that again and so far – she hasn’t. Tumbarumba and Canberra were her two cold ones. NOw she does sub tropical WINTERS – except inside of herself where she has known some of the bleak Siberias of which Martin used to speak in Bondi. Then again – IT IS NOT WINTER. So lets consider them. Perhaps the Findhorn and the Sutherland Shire. Mebbe the trip to Arimdale. WINTER IS ELSEWHERE.

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.  ~Ruth Stout


 “Ahh, the wide almond groves in full white flower
Stunning in the morning sun.
Old naked Winter in his garb of grays and browns has run.
Forsythia blooms come and go in the blink of a yellow Eye,
Then, suddenly, mysteriously, Green erupts; and we sigh.”
–   Michael P. Garofalo,


Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and 
“the dead months” will give you a subtler secret than 
any you have yet found in the forest. 
–   Fiona Macleod, Where the Forest Murmurs

One kind word can warm three winter months.
– Japanese Proverb

In the depths of winter I finally learned
there was in me an invincible summer.

by Albert Camus

A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges
A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.

(John Ashbery (b. 1927), U.S. poet, critic. “Some Trees.”)  

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Elizabeth Bowen


2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the Misery which arises unexpected and unrebuked. They consider the ways of responding and the mercilless grip on the Spirit. The Acedia of Broad Daylight. They consider the implications in the formation of a shared life and they weep. Dry – eyed bile filled drops of blood. Who is it that carries out this Torture ? What Dungeon of Soul encases the most ordinary of days and drags the corners of the mouth in a twisted marionette dance ? They consider the Souls before them – writhing in past agonies – ankle chained to a grief seemingly not of their time or experience. The Wild Celtic cry of OCHA shrieks – a stench of Sutherland Crofter Cottages on burning and massive cedar trunks shattered and stripped. Where then does the Spirit feed ? The Echo of Soul bounces again on a shadowed mountain and blisters the Waiting Soul – almost unnoticed. Making no sense – almost at all. A Findhorn Sand of ice.


My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul.

TO stab my youth with desperate knives, to wear
This paltry age’s gaudy livery,
To let each base hand filch my treasury,
To mesh my soul within a woman’s hair,
And be mere Fortune’s lackeyed groom,—I swear
I love it not! these things are less to me
Than the thin foam that frets upon the sea,
Less than the thistle-down of summer air
Which hath no seed: better to stand aloof
Far from these slanderous fools who mock my life
Knowing me not, better the lowliest roof
Fit for the meanest hind to sojourn in,
Than to go back to that hoarse cave of strife
Where my white soul first kissed the mouth of sin.

By Oscar Wilde

Isaac Asimov:I don’t believe in an afterlife, so I don’t have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

Eugene V. Debs:

Years ago I recognized my kinship with all living things, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on the earth. I said then and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

To me education is a leading out of what is already there in the pupil’s soul. To Miss Mackay it is a putting in of something that is not there, and that is not what I call education. I call it intrusion. ~Muriel Spark, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

Evolution – A Poem by Sri Aurobindo

I Passed into a lucent still abode.
And saw as in a mirror crystalline.
An ancient force ascending serpentine
Of the ascending spirals of the aeonic road.
Earth was a cradle for the arriving God.
And man but a half-dark half-illuminous sign
Of the transition of the veiled Divine.
From Matter’s sleep and the tormented load
Of ignorant life and death to the spirit’s light.
Mind liberated swam Light’s ocean-vast
And life escaped from its grey tortured line
I saw matter illumining its parent Night
The soul could feel into infinity cast,
Timeless God-bliss the heart incarnadine.
Splitting the sky, hapless daemons fly over
Meaningless torture, proceeding from the darkness
While angels on the side-line, stand confused
Meaningless sentences, an imagination diffused…
Do follow this link. This is only one verse.

And wrath has left its scar — that fire of hell
Has left its frightful scar upon my soul.”

William Cullen Bryant quotes (American Writer, 17941878)

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