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Thesis: To consider what the chance intersection of ideal beauty and intellectual confusion would mean in determining the fate of Earth. Phase 1: While touring San Francisco, I stayed at the Sir Francis Drake. The bartenders were adequate. Phase 2: I began a blog. I learned romance might exist, but depends upon whether a man and a woman can tread the maze individually and reach its center at the exact same instant in time. Phase 3: The center comes and goes as if it were a mirage.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Tough portage

From Le Lac Supérieur to the Reviere de Groseilliers ....
then, across the river and into the trees ....

4 comments:

A Cuban In London said...: That's a beautiful photo and this is a great clip. I have that album by The Boss. In fact, I bought Born to Run, Darkness on the Edge of Town and The River together a few years ago. It's one of my best purchases on amazon. Not just the quality but also the price.

Loved this post.

Greetings from London.; June 5, 2014 at 11:06 PM
Fram Actual said...: There is beautiful country anywhere and everywhere along Lake Superior, CiL, no matter if you are traveling in Minnesota, Ontario, Michigan or Wisconsin. It is a place onto itself.

I was not aware until recently that apparently this song is sort of a biographical account of Bruce Springsteen's sister and brother-in-law. Such is life.

Thank you, for your visit and comment, CiL. I enjoy your company.; June 6, 2014 at 3:33 AM
Smareis said...: Fram, belo essa cachoeira, parece um sonho.
Imagens fantástica, belissima.
Video muito legal essa música e divina.
Um sorriso te envio.; June 8, 2014 at 11:14 PM
Fram Actual said...: It is one of many, many waterfalls along the North Shore of Lake Superior, Smareis. As you might imagine, these falls often wear a different face, depending upon the season and the amount of winter snowfall and how heavy the summer rainfall.

And, I am happy you enjoyed the music.

Thank you, Smareis, for your presence here and for the gift of your smile.; June 9, 2014 at 12:25 AM

The Actual Instant of Love, from Fram

I am a jealous guy, of the sort John Lennon sang about. Any man who says he is not a jealous guy either has no genuine depth of feelings for the woman he is saying it about or is a liar. I can remember very distinctly, for example, when my feelings for my wife vanished. It happened in an instant. When love vanished, so did jealousy.

Actual love happens in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to be that way. I am not talking about "love at first sight," but, rather, "love at first instant." This means two people might have known each other for weeks, even for years, before the "instant" occurs. It comes with a single sentence spoken by one, or a single action taken by one, that strikes the other like lightning.

Affection grows; love is born. Love also disappears in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to happen that way. Incidental to my point, I do not believe in "love at first sight." That is no more than simple, physical or emotional attraction, which is the cause of countless and never-ending problems.

Time retains ....

Time retains
its sacred right to meddle
in each earthly affair.
Still, time's unbounded power
that makes a mountain crumble,
moves seas, rotates a star,
won't be enough to tear
lovers apart: they are
too naked, too embraced,
too much like timid sparrows.

Old age is, in my book,
the price that felons pay,
so don't whine that it's steep:
you'll stay young if you're good.
Suffering doesn't insult the body.
Death? It comes in your sleep,
exactly as it should.

When it comes, you'll be dreaming
that you don't need to breathe;
that breathless silence is
the music of the dark
and it's part of the rhythm
to vanish like a spark.

Wislawa Szymborska
poet, essayist & translator
Nobel Prize for Poetry 1996
"Entropy"

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Thursday, June 5, 2014

Tough portage

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