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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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Hey! Gonna STAR in a MOVIE...!!

Hey! Gonna STAR in a MOVIE...!!

In the same way as it could be said that we little humans have a TICKET to ride, I tend to think (I know, I'm mental) that we also have a chance to STAR in our own MOVIE.  The image of the Mad Conductor comes to mind, facing a blank wall, and assiduously directing the strains of an invisible Symphony Orchestra that only he can hear.
We can STAR in our own MOVIE. Cool! Sure, maybe nobody will come to watch it. Who cares? We have the chance to wave the conductor's baton with insane intensity, to compose a veritable orgy of Artistic Drama, to make love to the Muse.

Shakespeare said it so well, in Macbeth:

Life is but a walking shadow
a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.
It is a tale
told by an idiot
full of sound and fury
signifying nothing.

Who cares?  Let's play it again, baby!

I wrote a poem once, in which I explored this same theme. See what you think:

My Dance in the Clouds

My Dance in the Clouds
Spontaneous and colorful
Like all things of men
Will pass, one day.

When the Music stops
And the Bandmaster bows,
I too
From the waist
Shall bow deeply.

And to you two silent partners of The Way
To my dreams and your thoughts
To sun rise and sun set
I, an Old man now,
shall wave a cheerful goodbye.

I will thank you both
For your indulgence
For your forbearance
For showing me kindness.

Because all the puzzling
And all the confusion
The whirrings of my tiny mind
will cease

In the quiet, gentle,
Silence of the morning
At last
Shall rest

But somewhere in the vastness
Of an ever changing sky
A small spirit
Will be heard by the Immortals
An irreverent tale.

It is my simple hope
Touched with warmth
That my struggling prose
Like a wild, returning rose
Will yet speak to some soul.

I boast not
Of my timid role
But I tell you
I danced
With feeling.
And every thought
I could possibly think
I thought

Think of me

Amongst your Clouds   


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Last edited by Francis Meyrick on November 28, 2014, 10:51 am
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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