C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

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    The solace, of solitude.

    For many, and for me, it seems the key unlocking artistry, is anguish.

    The ethics of the truly evil is their attempt to impose their radical will on the unwilling. http://jezebel.com/5934975/paul-ryan-sponsored-a-bill-that-would-allow-rapists-to-stop-their-victims-from-aborting …

    Are literature and song the progeny of anguish?

    To be clear, I am adamantly opposed to abortion, however I would never impose my beliefs on anyone – choice is the woman’s right.

    For me to choose to take away choice… what is wrong with this picture?

    I’m a naturist I guess, to me what’s natural is always best, and no, that doesn’t mean, something processed by man, until it’s “clean”.

    Shopping: One person’s Heaven, Another person’s Hell.

    Twitter might be a place of learning, but it is certainly not a place of degree.

    Hearing lies at the end of an arduous path, of which closing our mouth is the first step.

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    While water serves to wash the flesh, it takes far stronger stuff to cleanse the soul.

    A soiled soul, is quite impossible to clean.

    No deed stands alone, no act ends with itself, no matter how large or small, everything matters.

    Everything that is, is one. We are, therefore we are one. http://bit.ly/CGApWiS

    Their atoms into a caring universe, dispersed, one they were, when alive, and one will they forever be.

    Compassion, humility, generosity, if humanity only had those in the abundance it has greed…

    Of our origins, we know far less than we think, in our essence, we’re only atoms, yet our essence, is our soul.

    We’re born knowing what is “right”, we’re taught how to do wrong.

    Which begets the question, that is love? I’d rather be in world where it’s overused, than one where it’s not.

    Love: An infinite vessel, when shared, but drained by disuse.

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    What has happened to the world, Its people have lost their way, and their leaders lead them astray.

    Where leading questions lead, is astray.

    Though the truth does not lie, except in wine, the ability to lie, is lessened by the vine. {In vino veritas.}

    Closing your eyes to injustice does not make the world a better place, it makes you a blind disgrace.

    Don’t doubt for an instant that they do, wherever people are, they are people, same feelings, same fears, same hopes, same dreams.

    Though every one of us is similar, no two of us are the same.

    Art, is soul essence, extracted. http://bit.ly/CGApIIA

    Verbal sparring about inherited traits, me, “All the bad stuff comes from the Mom.” My mother, “And all the bull-stuff comes from the Dad!”

    The only truths we can relate, are those we think we see, the truths from other’s mouths are words you’ll seldom hear from me

    Until the people stop it, government corruption will remain an inescapable reality, it happens here as much as there.

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    Art isn’t about like and dislike, it’s about evoking emotion. Emotion does not come from the mind but the heart.

    The creation of art is at the discretion of the artist, its perception, as art, is in the heart of its beholder. To be art, both must be.

    Art: such a definitive word, yet so lacking in definition.

    What art is not, is easier than to grasp than what art is. But art is not, simply because someone says, “it is.”

    Excrement, described in glorious detail, is still excrement, while its description might be art, it is still… shit.

    Who owns the people in foreign countries that buy the goods made by other slaves? Why that would be China, soon to own the world.

    We think we’re free, but in reality all freedom has come to mean is that we don’t even know who owns us.

    Is it art, or is it not? http://bit.ly/CGApIIA

    For a country that claims to have a conscience, to let billions go hungry is… well, it’s unconscionable.

    Relationships: Without conflict there can be no reconciliation.

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    To see the big picture, we need a sharp eye.

    If art is only appreciated with the eye, then is it even art at all?

    And in the words of me, art is in the heart of the beholder.

    Internalism – a soul, with no creator.

    My difficulty is that I feel no serenity in world full of injustice. Injustice doesn’t stop simply because I close my eyes.

    Talking, so much easier than listening.

    Conundrum: I’d rather here the truth from a stranger, than agreement from a friend.

    Dignity: You can’t take it from those who possess it.

    If it doesn’t touch my heart, then to me it isn’t art.

    At conception, from the universe’s essence, does our soul coalesce, and upon our death, it dissipates, and to the universe, returns.

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    Contentment is easily accomplished, all we need be, is unaware.

    Close your eyes, shut out the world, contentment flows free, you’re at peace, but elsewhere, distress, contentment, such a selfish thing.

    Happiness is a hug, an eyelash caress, a soft word, from a hard friend, sight, of the ones you love, happiness, it’s for us to find.

    If our beliefs are so fragile they cannot withstand scrutiny, well they’re not really beliefs at all.

    cold hard cash tends to turn people into cold, hard people…

    Escaping from the world is easy, but the world is still there.

    To be forgotten, is Oblivion, is Heaven, to be remembered, at all.

    When the words unsaid, say as much as the words that are. #that

    To feel pride, in teaching your children mistrust. #sad

    If we paint with a broad brush, we should not expect fine art.

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    If you want people to treat you better, then treat them the same.

    If Google damages my perception of its utter impartiality, it loses me completely. Google + makes searches biased – VERY BAD.

    If you can’t question your own beliefs you’ll never believe in yourself.

    Very little is random, indeed I don’t think people are actually capable of random thought, except perhaps in their dreams.

    Scary thought, I like more of the people I’ve never met, than the ones I have.

    Do we only friend the faultless?

    Every friend I have is flawed, perhaps that’s why they befriended me.

    If only we could live up to our own standards… if only.

    What worth a word for which there’s none, Hiraeth, you call, and I shall come. http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2012/09/18/dreaming-in-welsh/ …

    My longing is deeper than for a land, my soul grieves for what its lost yet to its song I can’t respond, for where home is, I can’t recall.

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    To gain content, give to others. #sixwords

    What we give, is not as vital as that we give.

    Hate is a strong word that parasites deserve.

    Give me your compassion, before giving me your cash.

    Funny is, as funny happens.

    Offer me your compassion, before offering me your cash, the former I’ll treasure forever, the latter will be spent, and done.

    Lemon: A dash of honey, makes the bitter sweet. {a recipe for tart words, not baked goods}

    in the end, how we think doesn’t matter, it’s how we act that does.

    Though babies are infinitely more adaptable than we, it us we who change to accommodate them. This is as it should be.

    “if a girl is stupid enough…” Sop right there. You are the problem, not her.

    Life is contradiction, and contradiction is my life.

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    Humanity, so seldom are we what we seem to be.

    A moment comes, whether we grasp it, or shy away, it’s gone.

    Why does it seem good deeds seldom go unpunished, while the wicked ones sprout wings?

    There is no mantra of truth, there are many, though seemingly similar their sound varies, to every open ear.

    To hear, open our hearts as we do our ears, to see, open our minds as we do our eyes.

    We can’t hope to understand it all, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.

    In matters of the heart, listen to your mind, in matters of the mind, listen to your heart, balance, in all things.

    My youngest daughter Julia's review of my work, Beltamar's War. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/10/my-daughter-julias-review-of-beltamars-war/ …

    If your desire to be the same is greater than your need to be true then how can you ever hope to be the real you?

    Her lack, is our loss. Someone important is missing… a muse of the moon, a singer of soul, where has she gone, will she ever return.

    Getting there intact is more important than getting there fast.

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    My response to the obligatory, “How are you?” “I’m alive, which is better than being dead, so far as I know.” {Why ask, if you don’t care?}

    Are inner smiles, as good as outer?

    When did justice become the word of choice, for the unjust?

    We are not at odds, the matters we speak of are the same, yet what each of us sees, is a different view of serenity.

    I do, as I do with people who ask with earnest eye. For those my response is, “My day has been bettered by your presence”.

    For manners to matter, they must be meant.

    Words: Able to convert simple thoughts to complex, yet as capable of rendering complexity, in elegant simplicity.

    I like an empty kiss, as little as I like a hollow greeting.

    I am less interested in facts, than in reality, too many statistical facts, are really fallacy.

    Pretty little lies, more palatable than the ugliness truth portrays.

    to do the same thing every single day and never see our life slip away