Mr.Piffka's Quotes - Part Deux

Piffka--

Welcome home.

Welcome back, Piff!

Great to see you here again.

Welcome back! In other words, bookmarking the new thread. I really enjoy Mr. Piffka's quotes.

Hello, hello, hello!!!

Noddy, hi and thanks. Always good to see you. Hope you're doing well.

Lord E, you're looking spiff as usual. Thanks for the welcome. I'm glad you kept the home-fires burning.

FreeDuck, thank you and I'm glad you like the quotes. I'll tell Mr.P -- he'll be so pleased. When he first heard I was having a "fast" from a2k he said, "But what about my quotes?!???" He seems to have a LOT of fun with his little hobby. Every morning he goes through a mountain of quotes he's chosen for their "worthiness" and picks out just the right one for his mood and the news of the day.

Welcome back, and say "Hi" to the pkflyer for me.

Hi Roger! How's the rat? And the cats?? I will extend your kindness to Mr.P. Thanks. I hope you've been well.

Hooray!

Piffka's (daily?) quotes are back!

All is well in the world!

YAY!!! Welcome back, piffka! Looking forward to reading Mr. Piffka's quotes as well as reading those from your readers.

Hi again, Olga! Howdy, Diane. Yep, daily quotes are back and I am very pleased when anyone else posts quotes, too. It's especially nice if you know who & when or where the quote occurred, just in case Mr.P wants to incorporate it into his growing collection. (Otherwise he sends me off to research 'em. If you don't know, then... nevermind.) Mr. P, btw, LOVES quotes from family members, so don't be shy. Your Uncle Dwight's words of wisdom can be just as important as say... well, Camus's. (How is it I didn't know until this morning that he lived 'til 1960?)



"We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives...inside ourselves."

- Albert Camus (1913-1960)



(Ed. note: ...and whenever we can convince ourselves that this isn't true of us, it positively thrives.)

Blessings showering down on you!
And this is *my* newest, most favorite of quotations... long-winded, yes, but wonderful... from my favorite Jedi-Master and Jungian Fable-Maker, Rob Brezsny:

PRAYER FOR YOU
--This is a perfect moment. It's a perfect moment because I have been inspired to say a gigantic prayer. I've been roused to unleash a divinely greedy, apocalyptically healing prayer for each and every one of you?-even those of you who don't believe in the power of prayer.
--And so I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods ... the God beyond all Gods ... the Girlfriend of God ... the Teacher of God ... the Goddess who invented God.

DEAR GODDESS, you who never kill but only change:
--I pray that my exuberant, suave, and accidental words will move you to shower ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads this benediction.
--I pray that you will give them what they don't even know they need?-not just the boons they think they want but everything they've always been afraid to even imagine or ask for.

DEAR GODDESS, you wealthy anarchist burning heaven to the ground:
--Many of the divine chameleons out there don't even know that their souls will live forever.
--So please use your brash magic to help them see that they are all wildly creative geniuses too big for their own personalities.
--Guide them to realize that they are all completely different from what they've been led to believe about themselves, and more exciting than they can possibly imagine.
--Make it illegal, immoral, irrelevant, unpatriotic, and totally tasteless for them to be in love with anyone or anything that's no good for them.

O GODDESS, you who give us so much love and pain mixed together that our morality is always on the verge of collapsing:
--I beg you to cast a boisterous love spell that will nullify all the dumb ideas, bad decisions, and nasty conditioning that have ever cursed the wise and sexy virtuosos out there.
--Remove, banish, annihilate, and laugh into oblivion any jinx that has clung to them, no matter how long they've suffered from it, and even if they have become accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.
--Please conjure an aura of protection around them so that they will receive an early warning if they are ever about to act in such a way as to bring another hex or plague into their lives in the future.

DEAR GODDESS, sweet Goddess, you sly universal virus with no freaking opinion:
--Please help all the personal growth addicts out there to become disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of creation, not destruction.
--Teach them the difference between oppressive self-control and liberating self-control.
--Awaken in them the power to do the half-right thing when it is impossible to do the totally right thing.
--Arouse the Wild Woman within them?-even if they're men.

DEAR GODDESS, you pregnant slut who scorns all mediocre longing:
--I pray that you will inspire all the compassionate rascals communing with this prayer to kick their own asses and wash their own brains.
--Provoke them to throw away or give away all the things they own that encourage them to believe that they are better than anyone else.
--Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they cannot do and do not have.
--Give them bigger, better, more original sins and wilder, wetter, more interesting problems.
--Most of all, Goddess, brainwash them with your freedom so that they never love their own pain more than anyone else's pain.

O GODDESS, you wildly disciplined, radically curious, shockingly friendly, fanatically balanced, mysteriously truthful, teasingly healing, lyrically logical master of rowdy bliss:
--Cultivate in yourself a fervent yearning for the intimate companionship of these budding messiahs.
--Play with them every day.
--Answer their questions.
--Listen to their stories.
--Inspire them to love you so much they lose all their hatred forever.

DEAR GODDESS, you psychedelic mushroom cloud at the center of all our brains:
--Bless the insanely poised creators out there with lucid dreams while they are wide awake. Provide them with their own spin doctors, and vacuum cleaners for their magic carpets, and solar-powered sex toys that work even in the dark.
--Give them a knack for avoiding other people's hells, and a thousand masks that all represent their true feelings, and secret admirers who are not psychotic stalkers.
--Arrange for a racehorse to be named after them, or an underground river, or a thousand-year-old storm on Saturn.
--Teach them to be their own prophets and pray to themselves and right their own wrongs and sing their own songs and be their own wives and save their own lives.

DEAR GODDESS, you riotously tender, hauntingly reassuring, orgiastically sacred feeling that is even now running through all of our soft, warm animal bodies:
--I pray that you provide all the original sinners out there with a license to bend and even break all rules, laws, and traditions that keep them apart from the things they love.
--Show them how to purge the wishy-washy wishes that distract them from their daring, dramatic, divine desires.
--And teach them that they can have anything they want if they'll only ask for it in an unselfish way.

And now dear God of Gods, God beyond all Gods, Girlfriend of God, Teacher of God, Goddess who invented God, I bring this prayer to a close, trusting that in these mysterious moments you have begun to change everyone out there in the exact way they've needed to change in order to become the gorgeous geniuses they were born to be.
Amen. Awomen.

P.S. Goddess: And please also give them each an emerald green parachute, ruby slippers, a canoe covered with jewels, a black-market orchid and a bouquet of organic broccoli, a donkey clown piñata full of crickets, a protective gargoyle lifted from the Chartres Cathedral, a guitar string actually played by Jimi Hendrix, a strawberry chocolate cake baked in the shape of a question mark, a human DNA map drawn up by the Human Genome Project, fistfuls of sparklers, a bottle of holy water from the River Jordan, photos of lightning on a giant poster, a refrigerator magnet cast in the likeness of the Dalai Lama, and the key of life accidentally placed inside a box of Cracker Jack.


from Rob's Beauty & Truth Lab http://www.freewillastrology.com/beauty/

Sadly, Albert is 100% correct, Piffka!

Humans are a poxy species! And they never learn! Stoopid!:evil:

We're baaaaaack!!!! Hurray!
"Nature acts without masters." - Hippocrates (c460-c370 BCE)




(Ed. note: Last Tuesday night about nine thirty p.m. the fuse on the transformer on the power pole located about 100 feet from our house went off like a cannon shot. A line crew came in and fixed it Wednesday morning. Thursday night a big wind storm came through, and every one of the big firs in our yard was getting some real exercise...we didn't lose a one, but we lost power at about 8 p.m., and with over a million people out of power all over Puget Sound, we knew we wouldn't necessarily get hooked back up so quickly this time. Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights passed, each about 28 to 30 degrees, which is pretty cold for us; we had hot water and a gas cooktop, but no heat. The house actually never got below fifty degrees inside - that doesn't sound that cold, but it isn't really that comfortable, we now know. A cold I came down with Saturday ballooned into something worse on Sunday, and it was a pretty miserable bunch here that day, trying to celebrate Patty's birthday; a celebration that was in part stolen by Mother Nature, for reasons of her own. Daughter Jane arrived that day, from her perfectly good, and warm, home - way to stand by your family, Jane! Son Ross was not averse to going off to work at for long stretches, where they had heat, and the staff amused themselves by making bets about who would get power back at their house first. Here at our house, we could dress up in our coats and hats and we could see our breaths in the candle light as we sat around the living room table, talking about how unprepared we all were for the slightest disruption of our amenities, and what it must be like in a place like Baghdad, where everyone must scramble to get things done whenever the power happens to come on for a couple of hours. We could use one flashlight to find new batteries for another flashlight. But after four days, not being able to do a little laundry gets to be a drag. A line crew finally got to our neighborhood at midday yesterday, and are we ever grateful.)

Piffka note: E-V-E-R - - - E-V-E-R S-O G-R-A-T-E-F-U-L ! ! ! ! (And wow... it seemed like days longer.)

Just dropping in to say that I was concerned about you, Piffka. Glad all is well . I have been following those terrible storms and the folks who have died from carbon monoxide poisoning.

A belated Happy Birthday, honey.

Hi Letty and thanks for the birthday wishes.

The storm was so much harder on some people, I count my many blessings daily. I'm not sure why so many people were unprepared and so un-informed about simple safety rules. For me, having no access to TV or the internet and not enough time in the light of day to read much of the local newspaper, I've only just read this morning about the "carbon monoxide epidemic" that occurred in Seattle. Very sad. There was some awful damage done to homes by falling trees. We do have large trees here and if there root structure is compromised by construction, flooding or the "mother tree" being removed, they are very liable to crash in a windstorm. We had gusts of 69 mph and sustained winds of 40. That's a lot for us. (I know, in Florida, that's a spring breeze.) :wink:

Happy birthday, Piffka! (And Clary, too! What a memory I have! ) Sounds a wild & woolly one!

Hi Olga! Thanks for the birthday wishes. Yep... me & Clary, twins. Hope the holidays are treating you well and you are staying warm & dry.
Love, P

Here's Mr.P's quote for today:

"I'm in favor of legalizing drugs. According to my value system, if people want to kill themselves, they have every right to do so. Most of the harm that comes from drugs is because they are illegal."
- Milton Friedman (1912- )


Ed. note: Let's see, at $35 billion annually marijuana is the biggest cash crop in the USA, bigger than wheat. We spend, what? - five, ten, fifteen billion on enforcement? (I don't know)
... plus the value of depriving the drug cartels their income.
... plus the cost of incarcerating entire generations of non-violent 'drug offenders.'
... plus the $100 billion or so we could generate in taxes.
... plus the value of new jobs that would be created.

I'd say we're looking at, conservatively, a $200 billion a year swing in our financial fortune, if we were to simply treat cannabis the same way we handle alcohol and tobacco - in fact, marijuana would be arguably the least harmful substance of those three. That would be way too sane for this insane society to ever figure out. My question is, has there been any time in American history when the culture was more screwed up than it is now - now that my generation is in charge?

Olga, I thought you'd want to know that Mr.P received several emailed comments on the Camus quote. It struck a chord with others, too, especially with some who had spent time serving their governments.


"The biggest lesson I learned from Vietnam is not to trust government statements."
Sen. James W. Fulbright (1905-1995) (D-Ark.)

Indeed, Piffka. "The first casualty ....." and all that!

The most astounding (& saddening) thing to me is that political leaders continue to drag us, kicking & screaming, into wars we don't want a bar of! Who could believe that any country "wins" a war after the lessons of WW1? And remember the huge demonstrations just prior to (& after) the Iraq invasion? We were out on the streets pleading "Don't do this!". So many ordinary people knew that the planned invasion was utterly wrong. But they did it anyway. And look at the outcome. <sigh>
When will we have political leaders who listen to us? And acyually represent us? Sadly if their are huge profits to be made by wars despicable "leaders" will continue to wage them, under any pretext. A pox on them, I say! <sigh>

Mr P is here, at A2K, Piffka? I'm curious, given the email responses.

Hi Olga... Mr.P isn't here but he sends his quotes out to a list of email addresses. It's a nice way to keep in touch with old friends and every once in a while, a quote seems to affect several at once. Then there's a drove of emails in response.

I'm with you on this crazed leadership thing -- it makes no sense when so many regular folks can see and feel strongly enough to take to the streets, yet the leaders plow on ahead as though they knew what they were doing. And then they found out they're wrong... what a surprise. It makes me want to crawl into a shell and forget them all. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.