The Illimitable Ocean of Inexplicability

Tag: Inspirational

Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention, please

Though I abandoned this site without regret, and was, in all honesty, glad to be rid of it, and on occasion had wished it a more physical form allowing for me to either burn it to the ground or with explosives of some kind blow it to smithereens I have (after being strenuously persuaded) opened up another newer shop (as it were) in a place not yet spoiled by the rotting of the unchangeable past.

If you care to, please, join me there

THE INSTITUTE

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your pal,

The President and Founder

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UNTHINKABLE

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“What is the meaning of it, Watson? said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. “What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.”

– Sherlock Holmes

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NOTICE

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The Flight of The Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane No. 2

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There were (frighteningly) more than a few (persons) who after seeing the short film ‘The Flight of The Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane’ so completely lost it (way beyond going ‘ape shit’) that they made threats upon my life should I not immediately make another film on the same subject matter. So, in order to not die, I did.

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The Flight of The Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane

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Many of you, too many to count (truth be told), went absolutely bonkers over The President and Founder’s ‘Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane’ which was based on a traditional design known to anyone worth knowing across this great globe of ours.

Well, now (for the first time ever) you can see the Hand Folded Paper Aeroplane (made with love by The President and Founder) take flight (not above the highest height, but darn close) and finally achieve for yourselves, just as you’d always dreamed, moving past the agonizing boredom of ‘going bonkers’ and into the difficult to reach, but worth every sacrifice to get there, ‘going full on ape shit’.

So, what are you waiting for? Get to it!

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Break on through to the other side

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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

– Friedrich Nietzsche

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break-thru

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Box of Drawin’s (Pronounced: ‘Boksadrons’)

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When the strong box contains no more both friends and flatterers shun the door.

– Plutarch

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boksadrons

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I have no idea who this, ‘Plutarch’, is, but, I can tell you he’s no Daniel (pronounced: Dan’l) Boone.

Daniel Boone was a man,
Yes, a big man!
And he fought for America
To make all Americans free!
What a Boone, what a do-er,
What a dream come-er true-er was he!

And, as anyone with a lick of sense could see, there aren’t too may like that around, not in this day and age. Definitely none with the name ‘Plutarch’. Lawd sakes I bet that kid got a whoopin’ daily on some rock strewn Greek playground, and (furthermore), truth be told (because why bother otherwise), he probably had it coming. I mean, anyone who goes around belly aching about no one coming for a visit when the strongbox is empty would no doubt not be above begging for a ‘fist sandwich’.

Honestly, I wouldn’t even mention this low life scum except there wasn’t a decent box quote to be found anywhere within the vastness of cyberspace. There were a few about Pandora’s Box that I thought might kick ass, unfortunately they more like sucked ass if you know what I’m saying, and, actually, even if you don’t. Because something’s tendency to suck ass has absolutely nothing to do with your ability to understand it or even know it exists for that matter. It’s just part of God’s plan. Some things ( He decided (for whatever reason)) are meant to suck ass (forever and ever amen).

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“Social media is called social media for a reason. It lends itself to sharing rather than horn-tooting.”*

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.*Margaret Atwood

If you’re happy and you know it

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Do the basic clap. Open your hands and clap your palms against each other, with the fingers held up towards the sky. Do it hard enough to get a good loud smacking sound out of it, but not so hard you turn your hand red.

  • Some people clap more by clapping the fingers of one hand against the palm of the other. Do whatever feels most comfortable for you.

How to Clap Your Hands

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At the conclusion of the conference, a tribute to Comrade Stalin was called for. Of course, everyone stood up. … For three minutes, four minutes, five minutes, “the stormy applause, rising to an ovation,” continued. But palms were getting sore and raised arms were already aching. And the older people were panting from exhaustion. It was becoming insufferably silly even to those who really adored Stalin.

However, who would dare to be the first to stop? … After all, NKVD men were standing in the hall applauding and watching to see who would quit first! …

[The comrades] couldn’t stop now till they collapsed with heart attacks! At the rear of the hall, which was crowded, they could of course cheat a bit, clap less frequently, less vigorously, not so eagerly — but up there with the presidium where everyone could see them?

The director of the local paper factory, an independent and strong-minded man, stood with the presidium. Aware of all the falsity and all the impossibility of the situation, he still kept on applauding! Nine minutes! Ten! In anguish he watched the secretary of the District Party Committee, but the latter dared not stop. Insanity! To the last man! With make-believe enthusiasm on their faces, looking at each other with faint hope, the district leaders were just going to go on and on applauding till they fell where they stood, till they were carried out of the hall on stretchers! …

Then, after eleven minutes, the director of the paper factory assumed a businesslike expression and sat down in his seat. And, oh, a miracle took place! … To a man, everyone else stopped dead and sat down. They had been saved!

That same night the factory director was arrested. They easily pasted ten years on him. … After he had signed Form 206, the final document of the interrogation, his interrogator reminded him:

“Don’t ever be the first to stop applauding.”

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-Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

The Gulag Archipelago (pp. 60-70)

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Could you?

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You can kill ten of our men for every one we kill of yours. But even at those odds, you will lose and we will win.

– Ho Chi Mihn

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Could you deal with the slope?

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Maybe you could, maybe you couldn’t, honestly, I have my doubts. No offense, not many could. Perhaps a handful. A specially chosen and well trained handful. They probably could, like I most definitely did. Got a T-shirt to prove it, motherfuckers.

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As it has been, as it shall always be (said the wizened elder)

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That which is hath been already; and that which is to be hath already been: and God seeketh again that which is passed away.

– Ecclisiastes 3:15

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I don’t know about you, but

I used to, not so long ago (in the grand scheme of things¹), have no time for anything anyone who could even remotely be thought of as a ‘wizened elder’ had to say on any given subject. Most of my revulsion (estimates range from anywhere between 60 and 90 percent) was based solely on the descriptor ‘wizened elder’ being easily used in reference to the one saying whatever it was they were saying. In other words, if someone was describing to me a situation in which they received, let’s say, some advice about some thing that was troubling them, and, quite rudely I admit, I interrupted them with the question, “Could you describe the person who offered this advice as a ‘wizened elder”?, and, though somewhat puzzled as well as wearing a most ridiculous expression upon their face, the person responded, “Why, yes, I do believe he (or her. Hers can be wizened elders, too!) was as you describe”, I would, without explanation, make a loud ‘harumph‘ and leave the company of this person swearing never to speak with them again.

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¹ ‘The Grand Scheme of Things’ is the title of an upcoming series of posts which will be sure to enlighten and entertain those willing to be subjected to that sort of thing. Keep your eyes peeled, it is coming soon, real soon.

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