C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 308.

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    If they don’t believe they’re broken, who are we to fix them?

    To impose their will on the unwilling is the self-granted right of tyrants.

    A leader walks ahead of people, who are willing to follow.

    I’m listening to my daughter listening to a recording of “Alejandro” by Lady Gaga – played as a violin solo. It is beautiful.

    The eaves we drop, on the songs others sing, these are the simple things, were true beauty dwells.

    Enough of the distressing thoughts of war, who has time for a short, free fairy tale? http://bit.ly/CGAsACT

    Were I to have a single wish, this is what it’d be, to leave my dreams alone, for they are where I’m free.

    Might the cruelest people be the slayers of other people’s dreams.

    I’ve searched my timeline, and yours too, found some inspiration, I’ll take it as your unspoken messages, to me.

    Love is not a vessel that contains, it’s an endless pool in which its swimmers only gain.

  • Tweets for Posterity 307.

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    Truths: The most profound are simple, the most convoluted, lies.

    To overcome dogma, we have to think free, yet that is something dogma never lets us be.

    Friday is a good day, for it heralds two better days ahead. #FF to all, friends and contraries, both. http://bit.ly/CGApFrn

    27 years ago today, my 2nd eldest brother passed away, yet in my heart does he still live, and to me still, so much does give. ~ to Chris.

    Those days that we forget might be days without pain, but in pain’s stead, stands shame.

    Though you can’t describe color to the blind, or music, to the deaf, they can comprehend, yet what of love, to the heartless?

    Social media brings a new set of misunderstandings, especially emotion and intent.

    Typos: Wreakers of havoc, gremlins of twitter, breakers of virtual friendships. {also, some of the funniest stuff we ever see}

    Contemplating war to “send a signal to rogue nations” is misguided. http://bigstory.ap.org/article/ap-survey-house-shows-opposition-syria-attack … Rogue nations don’t listen, and war isn’t REASON.

    Eyes, to see what can’t be seen, ears, to hear unspoken thoughts, these are a soul’s lack, and its desire, too.

  • Tweets for Posterity 306.

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    Some viewpoints oppose mine, some are abhorrent, but the one I like the least of all is the one that goes unspoken.

    Patience: Still smiling as you say the twentieth “No” to your child’s plea, “Are we there yet?”

    Freedom of speech should be free – as in you don’t need to “donate” $117k (or more) to get it. https://represent.us/action/citizens-united-2/ …

    Once relinquished, rights are seldom returned.

    Do draining days lead to dreaming nights, or simply to slumber?

    If you ever find yourself thinking, “I shouldn’t even think that!” Do. It might be your mind’s attempt to free you from dogma.

    Dogma: If a word can be a source of evil, this is such a word.

    We don’t populate dogma with our thoughts, it is dogma that pollutes our minds and stifles ours.

    True art: Another thing we recognize more easily, when it is not, than when it is, yet when it is, we know.

    When truths are so complex even their author doesn’t understand them, how can they be truths at all?

  • Tweets for Posterity 305.

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    When we fill our days, instead of our days fulfilling us. #that

    Spontaneity: better in thought, than in deed.

    Where might journeys undertaken alone lead, with luck, to the dwellings of the divine. {or to here, @CarolTurner5 for words sublime.}

    A startling prediction, and the interesting part? It’s probably about YOU… http://bit.ly/CGApWWE {Sadly, it requires reading.}

    To be kind, or to be true, why pick, when both you can do.

    The intellectually irrelevant, are relevant, for is not a fool as human as the wisest savant?

    Family: Those who mean the most, yet on whom we expend the least.

    Our most exceptional friends are those for whom we need never make exceptions.

    Every thinking person is forever a student, once we stop learning, we stop thinking.

    Ever heard of slavery? How strange you should think it’s from the past, when in truth, it is everywhere, and yes, that is the where, we are.

  • Tweets for Posterity 304.

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    The world is one, and we are the world – there is no “us and them”, there is only we.

    Fabricated truths, assembled from a field of broken dreams and lies…

    A partial truth, is also a partial lie.

    The truth is nothing but what we think we see.

    Tokens, the currency of friends.

    May our dreaming nights be long, and our dreary workdays short.

    Would attacking #Syria be an act of humanitarian leadership, or evidence of US interference and aggression?

    Though there are reasons for doing wrong, they are never right.

    Water, water everywhere, yet only bottles we’ll drink. http://bit.ly/CGApWWE a blog post.

    Which voice is that of Reason? Naturally, I have my own view, I hope you do too. http://bit.ly/CGApGC

  • Tweets for Posterity 303.

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    Let words be the beginning of the best we can do.

    Sometimes our most powerful sentiments are expressed when we don’t censor ourselves.

    Fading hope, that better beginnings might become.

    The one thing America does well, is war.

    Inside our mind, the only place we’re free, where broken hearts can mend, where everyone might be our friend.

    So few like its flavor that were truth a tree, its fruit would be free.

    When we open our eyes, only then do we see the darkness.

    I wish truth were free, yet daring to speak the truth as you see it often bears an unfair price.

    The truth is free, right up until the moment another hears it.

    War is only glorious when it is clad in lies.

  • Tweets for Posterity 302.

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    After a long boring day I went to my kids open house, and promptly realized school is preparing them for a long boring life.

    What a wonderful world it would be, were everyone the same as me. Nay! What a terrible place this would be, where none different to me.

    Though you can drag a man to words, you cannot make him think.

    The thing we most strive for, we already have – individuality.

    Those we know, yet have never met, nor ever will. #that

    You can’t purchase peace with violence, nor can you compel love.

    When the tyrant holds the gun, you’d better believe the people will succumb.

    When words are the best we can do, they’re never enough. #that

    When you’re crucified with words, you don’t bleed, yes, you might shed a tear of woe, but you can get back up, and go.

    When words are nothing more than hollow little things. That. I truly hate that.

  • Tweets for Posterity 301.

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    Art is the truth that shines light on the lies.

    Human Nature: How we can tell when something isn’t, so much easier than we can when something is.

    If art isn’t truth, is it nothing more than another ugly lie?

    Security isn’t about being controlling, it’s about being in control.

    Within us all lies something awaiting escape, the only question is if we let it.

    To addicts addiction might seem to be a choice, yet it never is.

    If truth is beauty, ugly is a lie.

    Though the opposite of truth might seem to be a lie, it may also be a different view of truth, seen from another person’s eye.

    Truth is never ugly, though that which it reveals might well be.

    What a monochromatic world it would be, where everyone was the same, as me.

  • Tweets for Posterity 300.

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    In a world of darkness there are always those who think they see.

    There are none so blind as those who only think they see. There are none so deaf as those who choose what they hear.

    I have two surviving brothers, neither of whom understands me, and honestly… I don’t understand them either.

    Love doesn’t need understanding.

    When we confuse our wants with our needs. That.

    Love is tolerant, love, is kind, love is cruel, love forgives, or pretends to, love remembers, love forgets, love, is…

    My son startled me by choosing to interview me as a person he admires, for a school project. {He is smart, he knows I’ll do the interview.}

    The wisdom of the aged is without peer, it is pure, wrought from personal experience, and without bias – so why do we lock our elders away?

    “Whats love got to do, got to do with it?” – Tina Turner In a word, everything.

    If there is one thing that true love is, it is not base.

  • Tweets for Posterity 299.

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    To me there is no afterlife, however there is the legacy we leave within the hearts of our family, and our friends. Is that not immortality?

    Precious: Those who see you, without an eye, those who hear you, without an ear, those who read the words you never write.

    Where does truth dwell, between the lines.

    In this interview, http://bit.ly/CGAxPLE I described myself in seven words, when only one word will suffice. That one word, is “Why?”

    I know you know the answer, but I’ll answer anyway. Hypothetical questions like that only serve to justify evil.

    Normal: Striving to be different, while seeking to be the same.

    Lyrical lines, aimed square at my truths. #7wordsaboutme

    In emotional ups and downs climbing the hill back to happiness seems more daunting than coasting downhill into depression.

    When the only thing we know is when, do we seek to know the how, and why?

    In a world of silence, do the deaf rule?