Blowin’ in the Wind

A message from Bob:

”How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, and how many times must the Cannonballs fly

Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend

Is Blowin’ in the wind

The answer is Blowin’ in the wind.”

In the meantimes chaos, secrets, stories, mayhem and the “like”.

”Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist

Before it’s washed to the sea?

Yes, and how many years can some people exist

Before, they’re allowed to be free?

Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head

And pretend that he just doesn’t see?”

The answer, my friend.

Is blowin’ in the wind

”Yes, and how many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

Yes, and how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend.

Is blowin’ ’ in the wind.

The answer my_*__________is blowin’ in the wind.

*Friend.

*Foe.

*Sister.

*Brother.

*Cousin.

*Aunt.

*Uncle.

*Former this, former that: *

*worker

* partner,

* cohabitator,

* dweller,

*owner,

*landlord,

*tenant,

* neighbor,

* driver,

* rider.

*rinin’ shot gun….

Thank you Bob.

For when you said heartbreaking quiet parts out loud.

And.

When you kept heartbreaking moments silent. Closed to the vest. In the face of evil. Forging ahead on a wing and a

Prayer.

We may be remembered most of all for the quiet we keep.

Obvious deduction.

Bold-faced lie.

The answer my friend is Blowin’ in the wind.

Word against word.

Message crumpled, rumpled, wrinkled and blowin’ in the wind of no regret and going nowhere. Especially on the wings of love. The texts keep on a comin’ as if nothing ever happened.

Backfired.

“Conceptual conservatism. maintaining a belief despite new information that firmly contradicts it. Such beliefs may even be strengthened when others attempt to present evidence debunking them.” (wk)

So familiar, so overall, so wide-eyed and world viewed.

Rational.

Irrational.

Since rationality involves conceptual flexibility, belief perseverance is consistent with the view human beings act, at times, in an irrational manner. (wk)

F.C.S Schiller holds that belief perseverance “deserves to rank among the fundamental “laws” of nature.”

Not surprisingly, Schiller’s perspective was forgotten.

New studies, replaced it, with new ideas, new information.

But.

The constant remained the same.

The consistent remained the same.

The sad story remained the same.

Depends not so much on the daily, momentary encounter or encounters.

At the end of the day.

One must be able to live with oneself.🙂

Align oneself with truth tellers and doomsday cult members all we wish. Chances are, rationally, they do not have all the prudent answers.

Depending upon your belief perseverance, your belief system.

There is only one judgment day.

Truth be told.

Bad habits die hard.

Solitude

By: Ella Wheeler Cox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone;

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air;

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Refoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go;

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all—-

There are none to decline your hectares wine,

But alone you must drink life’s gall.

But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a large and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Persecuted and Perseverance.

Oftentimes.

Walk hand in hand.

Hand in hand.

Of generosity and grace.

Blessings beyond compare.

Make no mistake.

Mistakes are made.

They are the lesson upon which we can change for the better.

Reminder: Bad habits, die hard.

How we behave in the face of death, the deathbed wishes of another?

The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind.

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Will the person who loves to admit their shortcomings, please stand up.

I didn’t think you would.

Stand up.

For the wronging of another, a group, a country. Even the one that is not the one where the hat is hung each and every night.

It is easier to bend the story to fit one’s need.

And then go from there.

Well, before text messaging became a “thing” anyway.

The process becomes the punishment with our worst selves walking hand in hand with our best selves.

No change.

All reminders.

No change.

Bad habits doomed to continue.

While we sit back and we watch our own lives played along the screens of our lives.

Sounds rather egotistical.

At the least, self-centered.

The buzz comes into our being validated we are loved because someone blasted off an important note of

”Me, Me, Me”

”Bite me.”

”She bit me.”

”He bit me.”

Ouch.

Clinging to the side rails of power, hurts. Hurts bad.

The bugs continually, out in full force.

Full force and effect.

Even the strong and steady winds cannot stop them.

Reliance on another becomes a habitual habit of bad habits.

Solo becomes a pathetic existence of no body likes me.

Somewhere in the middle.

The troubled, sandwiched middle.

Lies the truth.

Truth be told.

Truth is rarely told (mw)

The buts and bolts of the possibility of the truth.

A possibility.

To build on and of a new foundation of actual, rational perseverance.

The pics, the images, will always be there.

The truth will not.

The window of opportunity is swiftly closing.

The answer my friend, is Blowin’ in the wind.

The answer is Blowin’ in the wind.

Thank you Bob.

For sticking with the truth, even though the pain and hurt was too much to bear.