dreams of day

Days go by in dreams…
more complicated, it seems,
day-dreams pass away…
are replaced by dreams of day.

Not intended to be obtuse,
or in any way clever, or to abuse,
by flippant tries to make a verse,
or to neglect decorum in place of subterfuge.

Dream places are often familiar,
if not in actual points of reference,
at least recurrent and commonplace
locales to retreat for reassurance.

© Sometimes, 2016

A Re-blog of “EU Mission to Mars; no thanks” by Calers. With commentary from a space-nut.

Here is an interesting post by Calers, one of my favorite bloggers…who always manages to stretch my imagination. Like Kermit the Frog, I subscribe to the like of Dreamers and Lovers and all of the many songs about rainbows and the sheer joy of speculation and imagination that is an innate part of our Human Intelligence. Or as my late husband once suggested: maybe I am just “nuts.”

 

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The EU has many urgent needs. A mission to Mars is not one of them. Greece may need another bailout. The EU is trying to form an army. There is massive illegal immigration. Many EU states have terrifyingly large deficits. The PIGS (Portugal, Italy, Greece and Spain) still suffer from massive unemployment. Among the young this is beyond massive. We need to turn to green energy.

The USA already has missions to Mars. It is wasteful for the United States too. There is no need for the EU to copy such profligacy. It is part of the EU’s small man syndrome. The European Union often tries and fails to rival the United States.

The EU is better than the USA in terms of dealing with poverty and providing healthcare. We have a far lower murder rate and a better human rights situation. Why do EU fanatics feel impelled to take…

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Time observation

Is it Time that is marching on?
Or is my theory correct…
that it is We who are doing the marching.
Time is eternal, always has been, always will be.
Each marcher, or plodder, or slider-through
creates a unique flow of life
through a life span
directed or choreographed
by circumstances or environment
punctuated by genetics.
We get the hand we are dealt, (to use the cliché)
as tiny new humans, each fresh and unique.
Everything else notwithstanding
affects our perspective…
though each life is a true tabla rosa,
–before the chisel is applied to the stone.
Awaiting the scroll to begin to unroll,
endless and blank ’til imprinted with tones.
Time may not be moving at all,
it is We that are moving steadily along,
cutting new paths as we move through each year.
We follow each turn and curve of the road,
forging ahead with evolving blueprints…
which when ended will be a slice of Time
Past–but well expended.

©Sometimes,2016