What would happen if Atlas shrugged?
Straightened his shoulders and let them droop?
Will all the burdens fall off, roll over
Hither and thither, weighing down the earth?
Can the earth despite this load, still give birth to new
Seedlings, sprouting and peeping out of its bosom?
Will life still rear its head, rise up to the sky whilst earth
Displays crisscross patterns of dead zones and live ones?
Methinks yes, life will spark, ignite a bonfire in the sky
As it tries harder to rejuvenate, creating quakes and waves
We shall overcome, happen what may as where there is
Hope, there is life and where there is life, there is progress
History has taught numerous lessons and we have overcome
The whole spectrum of calamities, survived them and thrived
So, even if Atlas shrugs, so what, we shall still overcome and
Bear the unshouldered burdens with great panache and aplomb.
Some ruminations of an enquiring mind!
“Perhaps catastrophe is the natural human environment, and even though we spend a good deal of energy trying to get away from it, we are programmed for survival amid catastrophe.”
Germaine Greer (1939 – ____) English “reformer, author, educator”
“””Sex and Destiny,”” ch. 14, 1984.”
“The happiness of most people we know is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.”
Ernest Dimnet (1866 – 1954) French cleric
“In “”Poor Man’s University,”” Sidney Madwed, 1994″
“Life improves slowly and goes wrong fast, and only catastrophe is clearly visible.”
Edward Teller (1908 – 2003) Hungarian-US nuclear physicist
“””The Pursuit of Simplicity,”” 1980.”
“Have you noticed that life, real honest to goodness life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?”
Jean Anouilh (1910 – 1987) French “dramatist, screenwriter”
small finger cookies of
hankered desires bake slow
getting ready for edification
half formed yet browning eager
to pop out of curbed but quite
heated oven of my wayward mind
my thinking cap is worn out with
numerous holes quite unsuccessfully
trying to regain my escaped serenity
the nuts of unfulfilled dreams, goals
and ambitions mingle freely in the dough
of my efforts gaining shape and form
they are now ready for presentation
being relentlessly stoked and cooked to
perfection by my dormant but true self!!
One must not lose desires. They are mighty stimulants to creativeness, to love, and to long life.
Alexander A. Bogomoletz
Dwell not upon thy weariness, thy strength shall be according to the measure of thy desire.