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Beauty and the Beast

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Each one of us, if we are at all honest, is (in many ways) beautiful… and each one of us has elements of bad and ugly habits.

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[This fall foliage is beautiful.  It is an old friend... whom I try to avoid, however.  This is a batch of Poison Ivy.  Sometimes, just being in the woods near it (even though I know what it looks like and avoid it) is enough to give me terrible, endless rashes.  This year, my arthroscopic knee surgery was delayed... due to a case of Poison Ivy rash.  I once received information about how a man encountered a woman carrying a batch of it; she was a teacher... and wanted "pretty leaves" to share with her classroom!]

Beauty and the Beast all wrapped up into one.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Beauty and the Beast all wrapped up into one. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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There are no separate (isolated) pieces to the universal puzzle… once you see the golden whole.

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There are no separate (isolated) pieces to the universal puzzle… once you see the golden whole.

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[This is a Hover Fly on a wild Sunflower Plant.  This Hover Fly is likely searching for flower nectar (and is distributing pollen as part of a symbiotic relationship).]

Psychologically, the perceiver and the perceived are one.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Psychologically, the perceiver and the perceived are one. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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Stairway to Heaven

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My biggest vice (according to my wife) — and the observer is the observed — is that of purchasing too many fossils.  Perhaps, thinking a few words would be sufficient (instead of getting the fossils)… fossils being fixed impressions of the past.  Words – all words – are symbolic representations from the memory bank (i.e., from the stored, dead past).

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[These are Micro-mushrooms growing on a healthy Lichen covered, large Oak Tree.  These diminutive mushrooms are around 2 mm in total length.].

Stairway to Heaven            (lyrics & video by Led Zeppelin):

 
There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it’s whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

Another Stairway to Heaven.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Another Stairway to Heaven. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

 

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(Multi-Photo)*** Warm affection…

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Warm affection used for ulterior means is often cold and calculating; beware of false, mechanical reactions, including your own (such as in selfish self-adoration) !

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[Some Daddy-Long-Legs - or Harvestmen - eat vegetable matter and mushrooms, but some are carnivorous.  This Havestman  (with dull, dark, leaden eyes) didn't need to spin a vast, clever web of lies to catch his gullible Fly victim.  Daddy-Long-Legs are harmless to humans, but are bad news for germ-carrying (egotistical) flies.  Havestmen are not true spiders, but they're close enough for the inclusion of the following poem:

from Mary Howitt (1799-1888):

“Will you step into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”

Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”

“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”

The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.   ]

Gullible Fly! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Gullible Fly! (1) Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Gullible Fly! (2)  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

Gullible Fly! (2) Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

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The zebras and the lioness…

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On Twitter, a couple of Twitter friends, Kitusai & Bohdan  — who happen to be excellent, creative musicians, by the way, (and who go by the Twitter icon-image of two Zebras) — suggested to me that it is good to give others a second chance when they do wrong.  However, maybe not always; as I told them:  two zebras who give the lioness a second-chance aren’t zebras for very long!

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[If insects were mammals, this Robber Fly would be the lion of our rural area.  In our area, I will often see a Robber Fly diligently flying from leaf to leaf, looking for prey to attack.  They are very voracious and persistent predators.  They will even attack much larger insects than themselves.  This one has caught a Blue Damselfly.  Blue Damselflies are, themselves, predators of other insects.]

I have nothing against meat eaters! Robber Fly attacking Damselfly.  Photo by Thomas Peace 2014

I have nothing against meat eaters! Robber Fly attacking Damselfly. Photo by Thomas Peace 2014