The Ballad of Poindexter Glockenspiel
A man must do what he believes is right! A woman, as well. The key to this, is to believe everything you do, and there will be no conflict of interest. In other words, all one must do, is do something, and then believe it. To do something without believing it, to a moral certainty, is not the ideal, which can easily be circumvented, by simply declaring it a moral certainty, and then believing it.
You see, reality, whatever it may be, does not rest on what a man or woman believes, but what they believe they know. But only as long as they are certain about what they believe, in which case it stops being a belief and becomes a fact. In this way, you can control your destiny by believing that you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt. If a shadow should appear, move to a place where the sun
isn't shining, and this shadow will evaporate like an evil specter of doubt, banished into the darkness. Repeat this process daily, all day long, and all truth will be revealed.
"Deep in the inner recesses of our minds, there is truth, somewhere. Not here, on earth, but somewhere."
Maybe we should look at the big picture, as we fill the in the puzzle, a piece here, a piece there, by the thousands, by the millions, by the billions, even trillions. This is daunting! To die, and not know. All, or even the smallest fraction, of a fraction, of what there is to be known, ad infinitum. Nolo contender. Bolas Sete. The Mama’s and the Papas.
The porcelain monkey gleamed, like a diamond, shining in the sun, when he looked up, at the point of a gun! His memory flashed before him, it was in neon! And there, in the brightest neon, was his name;
“Poindexter Glockenspiel!”
He thought “I’ve really made it now! Top of the world ma! Top of the world!”
And then “Poindexter Glockenspiel” pulled the trigger, firing a small, but lethal slug into his left eye, causing him to fall back—and as he did, his life slowed to a crawl, a day was like a month, a second like a three day weekend, which is all the time he had left. But he could have a helluva time, on a three day weekend!
A helluva a time!
Busta’ Crab
You see, reality, whatever it may be, does not rest on what a man or woman believes, but what they believe they know. But only as long as they are certain about what they believe, in which case it stops being a belief and becomes a fact. In this way, you can control your destiny by believing that you know, beyond a shadow of a doubt. If a shadow should appear, move to a place where the sun
isn't shining, and this shadow will evaporate like an evil specter of doubt, banished into the darkness. Repeat this process daily, all day long, and all truth will be revealed.
"Deep in the inner recesses of our minds, there is truth, somewhere. Not here, on earth, but somewhere."
Maybe we should look at the big picture, as we fill the in the puzzle, a piece here, a piece there, by the thousands, by the millions, by the billions, even trillions. This is daunting! To die, and not know. All, or even the smallest fraction, of a fraction, of what there is to be known, ad infinitum. Nolo contender. Bolas Sete. The Mama’s and the Papas.
The porcelain monkey gleamed, like a diamond, shining in the sun, when he looked up, at the point of a gun! His memory flashed before him, it was in neon! And there, in the brightest neon, was his name;
“Poindexter Glockenspiel!”
He thought “I’ve really made it now! Top of the world ma! Top of the world!”
And then “Poindexter Glockenspiel” pulled the trigger, firing a small, but lethal slug into his left eye, causing him to fall back—and as he did, his life slowed to a crawl, a day was like a month, a second like a three day weekend, which is all the time he had left. But he could have a helluva time, on a three day weekend!
A helluva a time!
Busta’ Crab