Light!
A Mississippi riverboat captain knows many kinds of light…
…Moon light, star light, fog light, lantern light, fire light, dawn
light,
dusk light, twilight, night light, southern light, northern light, blue
light,
white light, laser light, high light, low light, hot light, cool light,
cold light,
flood light, yellow light, cast light, shadow light, foot light,
assimilated light,
sun light, reflected light, refracted light, near light, far light,
search light, good light,
bad light, poor light, candle light, glow light, window light, sought
light, intelligent light…
…But, for threading a long string of loaded cargo barges through
narrow channels of an unforgiving river, a knowledgeable boatman
prefers to test his skillful acumen in plain ole---
---Day light!
“Pie are Square”!?
(a profound
statement on sensibilities)
There
just happens to be a mathematical formula for calculating the area of a circle.
That
magic equation is:
;
that is, Area equals 3.14159 times the Radius squared.
So,
the area of a 10 foot radius circle (a 20 foot diameter) is: 3.1416 x 10(10) or
3.1416 times 100 or 314.159 sq. ft. A useful tool for engineers, draftsmen,
construction or concrete workers.
Heard
in the imprecise un-embellished hayseed colloquial dialect, thus, when spoken
as “Pie are square”, the meaning can be, and is, easily distorted, to say the
very laughable-least.
Self-appointed,
self-diluted impotent importance is barely just become sophisticated idiocy!
Take
us now, then, to the most sophisticated of the erudite celebrity at some
command performance of Engineering School symposium of any prestigious
university. Present, in demanded appearance attendance are the prestigious
coiffured Dean holding court in the precise center of the ornate ball room
directly under the crystal chandelier dancing gentle teasing caresses in
enviable sparkles of pointed illumination over, around and down the nearly
fully exposed jiggling ample alabaster soft voluptuous endowments of his
majesty’s number one assistant, business-confidant and extracurricular very
private playmate, Miss Sheryl Anne “Delightfully-luscious”, his Honor’s pet; a
secret-whispered honey-name for her, du Montaigne.
In
tow for the charade, though about as prominent as the bland baseboard in the
hall, her latest adornment in a long line of seven, and counting, husbands, one
Reginald, the Meagerest and Meaningless. Even the astute “Lady” du Montaigne
might be hard pressed to remember each of the discarded spouse’s names without
focused concentration and some prompting with hints of dates, and world
renowned venues; perhaps a simple alphabet list, a, b, c might have better
served the socialite. But, then, in fairness, after twenty-six dramatic
failures statistically exhausting the alphabet,, then what? “A-A”, “B-B”? A
wiser chance, perhaps: A-2, B-2? After all, Mon Amie, numbers determine to
infinity, though, not so, longevity!?
Miss
Sheryl’s real name and ancestry seemed as inconsequential as the varied degrees
attached to the members of the dubious conclave’s assemblage. Yet, the “lady”
proudly holds haughty doctorate designations in Quantum Physics, Nuclear
Chemistry and the Humanities with a specialty in ancient Egyptian
dynasty-studies. Riding heard over several advanced Graduate School subject
offerings, the open-minded avowed leftist allows no favoritism to ever dare
challenge her cultured and perceived all-inclusive practiced tolerance spectrum;
the classes quickly fill with wanton desirous lustful male students intent on
exacting every ounce of pleasure from their studious endeavors, an equal number
of those of the female persuasion to fulfill fairness desires and a smattering
of enamored femmes and dykes interested in getting even with chauvinist pigs
while clutching close to demurely attractive specimens and furthering their
personal and educational agenda. Boys will be boys! And, girls? Girls and dykes
will do---well…boys or girls, or, both! Simultaneously! S’il vous plait? Mon
Amour!
Unable
to lay claim to any protocol semblance of acceptable social upper class resume
enhancements, “Delightfully-luscious” holds class as Professor of Advanced
Studies in addition to performing the demanding duties of assistant to the
Dean, in itself, a full time, day and night, coquettish endeavor. An
Iconoclast? Perhaps! Perverted!
Ah!
One simply must endure! After all! Percepted masquerade is everything! C’est la
vie!
Also
in required attendance are the very excellent various department heads, elitist
amongst the elite professors, haughty graduate students and sundry peons
including invited undergrad students and a very few secretaries, dependent, of
course, on which is in the preferred popular hierarchy of who’s who, at any
given moment of the academic semester trial and error; the trial of the
students through a grade system, not the error of the professors through any
fault.
Champagne,
of the correct vintage, is, of course, available; it is in the budget. But, sherry prevails as the beverage of
importance to ivy leaguers in their tweed sport coats with color- contrasted
suede patches at the elbows, light blue tailored button-down shirts with mirage
gray stripes, open at the collar, dark brown creased to razor sharpness slacks
held up with a matching belt and brown loafers for that, just so,
sophisticated, yet casual, scholarly pretension.
The
caviar is California white sturgeon Petrossian Special Reserve Ossetra to be
served on lightly toasted semolina wheat croissants, only the very best of the
best for the best of the best at just under seven thousand dollars for
thirty-six ounces, enough to feed around twenty aficionados with the most
exquisite taste buds, not unlike true, regal royalty of the European persuasion,
the very best because their inbred lineage regresses so deeply into history;
not, however to slight the impressive English, equally of the finest texture
fabric of humankind, even with their dalliances and common folk associational
dalliances. Then, of course, is the capitalism Mecca of the free world, that
auspicious group of American self-appointed royal-pains, the executive, the
legislative and the elite judiciary, wholly unable to find their own backsides
without aid, much less abbreviate the myriad problems facing their constituents
caused by terminal career cancer, revenue-sharing and the biggest fault of the
entirety, lies, lies and even bigger lies. Amen!
Of
course, the cheese plates are of the very finest crystal, not gaudy gold nor
mother-of-pearl demanded of the ostentatious serving utensils for the fish
eggs. The beautiful porcelain holds Cantalet cheese from France, Tallegio
imported from northern Italy and English cow milk North County Blue served as a
cocktail canapé with smoked salmon. All such delicacies to be drowned or washed
down with Louis Roederer Cristal, vintage-2004, served in gleaming, thin
goblets.
In
a slight lull in the exquisite conversation a protégé is heard to say, “Pie are
square.” The Dean quickly rallies to the defense of his associate and
pronounces in an air of utter sophisticated erudite intelligent elucidated
education, “You idiot, everybody knows that ‘Pie are round!’”
Square
or round, whether the pies are my favorite, cherry custard, which my grandma
made for me upon any urgent request, or apple, tinged with a golden brown top
crust sugar-coated, or lemon with meringue three inches high that my mother
makes, each wave of delight toasted to golden color, or chocolate or pecan,
mom’s favorites, all are exceptional when baked with just the right
ingredients, including that special secret subtlety: ample pure and
abiding---love!
No
one’s future is ever late!
Bon appetit! Mon Amie!
Random Contemplations
visit: Life; search: Truth!
challenge
accepted “wisdom”;
focus contemplate
“Truth!”
Love! Indeed!
Conquers---all!
Amen!
Value sought; Virtue loved!
Stark
demarcation lines blur to obfuscated shadows brush-
blended into
obsolescent hues of meaningless faux endeavor
Amen!
Obfuscated Thought-Images
Shadowed-cloud
reflections on the placid lake-surface of my mind
Amen!
Answers?
Change?
Initiates
wherein such concludes---always…Within!
And---In the Father’s name, Son, Holy
Ghost…
“Irreverent”-intent
to any world self-claimed faux authority;
“Reverent”-purpose
only toward the one true Deity-Source
The “Artiste”!
Upon a canvas
stark-white unblemished dare brush from life
vibrant-color
palette exacerbated strokes daring emotion-wild!
Perspicacity-repository
Yonder! On the
far horizon, deep-ocean water-blue;
close now upon
the bow, sea-green white-flecked crest;
while in the
wake, a trace of space visited, quick-done;
proud-boasted or
insult-suffered, deep-sixed a-purpose;
intent-of-life
to forward trek upon the journey-joyous;
treasure-“Good”,
expect-“Better”, demand-“Best” of self;
embrace dawn’s
“Good-bye!”-kiss to darkness-vanquished;
Satiate life’s
whisper-wind fragrant rose-bloom on sweet air;
Love! Simply for
Love-sake to free tethered love-spirit wild!
Dreamer!?
And, on the
Easter Sunday eve came soft the dream
of Jesus’
lifeless body hanging triumphant upon yon
cross in exact
peaceful-love sacred-personified, yet,
before these
eyes asleep to reality, alive in dreams,
He awoke and
came down from the evil-cross tree to
stand immaculate
in body, soul and spirit: God-man!
In witness, I
humble sacred-vow to simple state: Truth!
Amen!
Barefoot-Angel Tribute
White-winged
sacred angel barefoot wild-dances flowing billowed
sheer gown
contrasting-embracing a shadowed forest emerald-green.
Amen!
Soft-surf Caress
High-noon sun
trek yonder far horizon;
Alabaster-pale
full moon-orb abyss-ascend;
love-kiss to
rhythm-comfort near soft-surf.
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