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Impermanence

“What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,

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Ethics In Advertising

“What is the difference between unethical and ethical advertising? Unethical advertising uses falsehoods to deceive the public; ethical advertising uses truth to deceive the public.” ~Vilhjalmur Stefansson, 1964

Lately there have been products which claim to aid vital organs from harm caused by lifestyles that are characterized by excessive indulgence in eating, bohemian living and other unsafe and immoderate diversions.

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Blogsphere on 9/11

 I wrote this piece on the 5th anniversary of 9/11. I thought I should share this before it is thrown into the dustbin of my past writings

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When the Inkwell Dries Up

  

The last time I wrote was weeks ago.
It must have been from sheer laziness that I neglected to pick up the pen again to populate white space with black streaks, curves and dots. They may remain as such…meaningless splatters of black on white since there seems to be nothing to write about.

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The Road Less Traveled

 “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,

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Superman Help!

 

  Where have all the heroes gone?

Heroes to boast of we may have none

 

With his shiny kris Lapulapu struck with ease

Magellan’s head flew above the mangrove trees

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Writer's Divine Heritage

Writers' Divine Heritage )

“To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower... hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour...” William Blake

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Dustin

I remember holding Dustin's arms as we went down the steep rocky steps leading to the carp pond and the Balinese hut on stilts in the middle of the water. Dustin at seven didn’t seem strong enough to negotiate the long and uneven steps of the garden at the back of the house.

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Memoirs: An Attempt To Deny Mortality

 To the young, my pieces would seem self indulgent but that is how it is. At my age there is the urge, almost a compulsion to put on paper the past.

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"Good night sweet prince..."

“Good night sweet prince…”  

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