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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    All that man has “created” benefits only man, while what nature creates benefits the world.

    With trolls, silence might be the best defense. With ogres, otherwise.

    It’s amusing how many people think the best way to interact, is through attack.

    Art is often obnoxious. An opportunity for dialog on the nature of wrong, has been converted into an oppourtuity for censure.

    Political correctness kills creativity.

    Censorship is ultimately more evil any anything it might censure.

    Where a closed wound can fester, an open wound will not.

    Freedom of speech has two parts, the freedom to say what you will, and the freedom of others not to listen.

    If bigots never speak, ‘cept in company of friend, how do we know they’re bigots?

    If you will not state your thoughts, for fear they might offend, you’ve proven yourself a coward in the end.

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    Though we may gaze upon perfection, its image will never be of us.

    When we “take that extra step”, perhaps a question we should ask might be, “From whom have we taken it?”

    The most terrible thing about writing is that soon after we begin, we realize we will never finish.

    @UrsusAbstrusus Terminator. How can we be the father of the one who sends us back? Yet how can we hope to be anything else?

    I’ve gazed on unblemished beauty, truth, trust, and love many times, and always in the same place – the eyes of the newborn.

    Cultural differences are vast, yet humans are all the same, with liver and lung, and shuttered minds it’s up to us to break free.

    There is so little in nature that is not majestic, beautiful, or both.

    Majesty: from a blade, of grass to the eye of a fly.

    Without reason, what purpose is rhyme?

    Inspiration, everywhere, yet why do so few see?

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    Who knows the dreams of the unborn?

    Kind words can’t erase the acts of cruel gods.

    My daughter, glaring at me, “What is the sharpest thing in this house?” My son, “My wit.” {Beaten to the punch by a mouth full of tea.}

    Yet while you’re gone, a little bit of you remains – http://jacquelineczel.blogspot.com/2013/08/murphys-law-and-muses.html … @Jacqueline_Czel

    Though many things, we may do well, multitask… we don’t,

    Death is more than an absence of life, as darkness is more than an absence of light. Can’t define what we don’t understand.

    Do the thing you’re doing well, or grant partial attention to the many things you’re not.

    “there can be only one” – Highlander. A truth, that is untrue, each of us is the only one of we, yet we’re one of many, and also one of few.

    For a non-visual person, the avatars of my friends mean much more to me than perhaps they should.

    By what way do we measure our day, by dollars earned, by time spent, in play, by family, or friend, or by smiles we’ll never smile again?

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    Humility is not a garment its wearer can choose when to wear, for if ever they remove it, why… it was never really there.

    Although my continent has changed, I fear that if I have it has not been for the better.

    Your soul is from the stars, and there will return again. http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/337019678171992064 …

    Words are themselves deeds, not merely the precursor thereof.

    Within words hide the greatest deeds of all, for words change the world more than any action ever can.

    What once was wrong, is right. #sixwords

    In some ways the world is a better place, but in so many, not. Our minds finally forge freedom, as our bodies re-enter slavery.

    Indentured servants. #weare

    Words, as balm or words as bane, how you frame them defines their refrain.

    You cannot have death if you have not had life. Perhaps death is no more than our reintegration into the cosmic dust we are.

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    A newborn’s mind is pure and clean, why would any choose to muddy that stream?

    Nonsense comes in many flavors, from benign to malign.

    With longing do I look back at my youth, things seemed so different then, ready answers to both why, and when, and no thoughts, of uncouth.

    By what measure, success? Money, and acclaim? You, should thing again.

    The strands of other peoples thoughts, entangled in my mind, these are my most precious things, my memories.

    When interest is dead, it’s time to move ahead… {later, all}

    Broken threads are everywhere, conversations in a mess, someone it seems, cares too much, or doesn’t care, at all.

    Words retracted are not words unsaid.

    Is egg on the face good for the complexion of the soul?

    If those without ethics have a smell, will the stinkers go to hell?

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    We accept rules because we think they’re meant to protect us, but do they?

    Rules restrict and command conformance, not performance.

    Innovation is the catalyst of change.

    The only time we don’t have options, is when we choose not to exercise them.

    However bad rules are meant to be broken or changed. It is our option, if not our responsibility, to do so.

    No authority is absolute, least of all authority that is entirely imagined.

    The best slaves, are those who will not see.

    “A dead person can’t corrupt someone.” – Alan Gura. however their money certainly can.

    Children have minds of their own, it’s sad how some choose to fill them is nonsense.
    a typo strikes, that should have read “with nonsense”…

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    Inspiration, everywhere, every drop made better when we share.

    Kindness is the salve, cruelty the blade.

    Words, such imperfect little things, striving, sharing, denying, rendering smiles, and crying. {everything we say, can be said better}

    Inspiration, everywhere, every drop made better when from its cup we sip, and share. {see what I mean? http://twitter.com/CGAyling/status/365839990325903360 … }

    Sometimes silence is my favorite sound.

    If money is your primary goal you, it seems, have sold your soul, do you wonder what the price will be to gain back what you sold, for free.

    Troubling: that in a world of people it there are entirely too many automatons.

    A post I wrote over ten weeks ago, and couldn’t bring myself to blog. Don’t expect to enjoy it, but please read it. http://bit.ly/CGAbSff

    Names, formed from nature’s words, now unintelligible, to men.

    “Daniskira? A beautiful name, worthy of Dragon. It rolls… like thunder in a distant storm.” http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

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    Mine: Metaphor mingled with lyrical lines, what you get isn’t what you first think you see.

    Each of our stories is interesting, however we find those of others more so.

    Another #FF day rolls around – my personal favorites are found in two very long lists. The 1st is called “Following”, the 2nd, “Followers”.

    Favorite quote for #FF day, “One of them is both the same.” Followers, and Following, that is…

    The magnificent words of those long dead, will be repeated by those yet unborn.

    The future grants immortality to the past.

    So joyful to see, how the words of my friends are so much better than the words, of me.

    When we realize that all we truly have is time, every second becomes more precious.

    kindness comes in many forms, the shape of you, is one.

    Were I to be acclaimed for anything, it would be for thought, would I be thought of as anything, all would be for naught.

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    Assuming faces others might like, others assuming our faces, are real.

    Tit for Tat, wish the world would stop playing that.

    Art bows to no one, it neither obeys nor acknowledges restrictive rules. {grammar doesn’t restrict, it refines}

    Why are authors so unwilling to embrace writing as art?

    If it doesn’t grab you by the heart, then how can it be art.

    Little bits of useless knowledge, are not useless at all. “&” the 27th letter of the alphabet. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ampersand

    Those that stand alone, they’re often the ones that fall. {and per se and – & – a symbol illustrating this}

    The thing about playing games with numbers is that numbers don’t play back.

    It’s always been fascinating to me that the thing people talk about most, are the things other people supposedly said.

    Before we change ourselves to reach a goal, ask this, “Is our soul something we’re willing to shift?”

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    Those who wear a face of stone, in mistaken belief it’s brave, they are the ones we most need to save.

    While beauty dwells in the beholder’s eye, ugly dwells in the mind.

    Words hold so much more than their symbols and their sounds, look deep within, for therein wisdom might abound. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0054RFWU2

    When you’re up, you’re up, but when you’re down… well, no one wants you around.

    Art asks the question to which its beholders must provide the answers.

    Understanding isn’t imposition. We see, we feel, we respond, we empathize, we understand. Incomprehensible art isn’t art at all.

    Downer: I just refused an offer to publish “Blind Sight”, my current WIP http://bit.ly/CGAsBS Some things don’t come to those who wait.

    Though memories seem so real, sometimes they’re just plain wrong.

    Blood and Love, cherished bonds that bind.

    When the “medicine” is more deadly than the disease… that.