New knowledge …

“The team is dismantling its worksite ahead of a ceremony Wednesday to mark the completion of the renovation, in the presence of two representatives of dueling Christian denominations — Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew I, who is the spiritual leader of the world’s Orthodox Christians, and a representative of Pope Francis, the leader of the Catholic Church.”

Who is this Bartholomew guy?

Same Trailer Different Park

set rant=on (hint: if none of this makes any sense … it isn’t meant to or you’re not listening)

It’s been a long time. I’m no longer 20. “We are star dust. And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” Joni Mitchell. No one listened.

Today people listen to Trump. To Liberals. To Neocons. To NSA. To FBI. To CNN. To CIA. To Fox. To MSNBC. To Putin. To Lies with a T. People don’t listen to Joni Mitchell. Just about everything you hear or read is a lie. Everyone has a side. A party. An organization. A book. A song. “We are star dust. And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” is not a lie. And no one is listening. People plant gardens and Believe and Hope. Heart and Mind, never ends. A devils bargain.

I’ve been tempted lately. But I’m too old. I make compromises. I listen to lies. And insults. And Stupid people. And People with Bibles. And Korans. And makeup. Holiness. Is that what’s Now?

Rally my defenses. And read. There’s so much written. But not much to read. I waste time. Temptation keeps coming back. Should I stay sober and insane or drunk and insane? It’s a game I’m going to lose. Another Summer goes round. The St Louis ponies no longer go up and down.

Might be time for expensive bourbon and Tina Turner. Or Patti Smith. Or Bach.

“People will forget what you said but they will never forget how you treated them.” Wish I knew who said that. I have lots of “Never forget”.

Van Gogh only had to paint one The Starry Night.

I’m starting to sound out of tune. And looking for something.