Origin Stories

 

Step on a crack

Break your mother's back.

Step on a line 

Breaik the Devil's spine.

                          ––ANONYMOUS

 

Memory tells me, a memory with no detail, that I learned this bit of doggerel from my mother. It is the sort of thing one learns from other children and I'm sure I passed it on, as a child, to many others. There are many variants of this rhyme, including breaking daddy's spine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gia6xOBRjQE).Some of then suggest a sickening racist twist. Some versions of the story have this as simply a childrens game of fairly recent origin. Other versions have it going back much further in time and suggest it speaks about the dangers inherent in the world.

 

I was out walking just now and as I naturally avoided stepping on the obvious cracks in the pavement I once again thought it curious how deeply engrained 

The vision is for Ongoingness; Life continuing on . . . .

 

Flaneur -- Out for a Stroll

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I am I and my circumstance;

and, if I do not save it, I do not save myself.                       —JOSÉ ORTEGA Y GASSET

Changing the Conversation

Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. And you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be––this is the interrelated structure of reality.

        —MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

The Story Teller

Now, more than ever . . . our place in the universe and the place of the universe in us, is proving to be one of active relationship. That is more than a scientist's credo. The separateness of our lives is a sham. Physics, mathematics, music, painting, my love for you, my work, the star-dust of my body, the spirit that impels it, my politics,  clocks diurnal, time perpetual, the roll, rough, tender, swamping, liberating, breathing, moving, thinking nature, human nature and the cosmos are patterned together.

      —JEANETTE WINTERSON                Gut Symmetries

What you do, what you become, is not my concern.                      ROBERT MCCALL

 

 

Yes, there is beauty

There is love

There is joy.

All you who suffer from

the world's miseries

Defend them.

                         ––EEVA KILPI

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