Early afternoon. You heard a good joke on a
John Cleese video on Facebook – “How do you make God laugh? – You tell him your
plans.” – Amorella
1246
hours. “Irony runs the universe,” that’s my response.
Why? – Amorella
1248
hours. It reminds me of Burn’s poem:
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"To a
Mouse"
By Robert Burns
On
Turning up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785
Wee,
sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what
a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou
need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be
laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m
truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has
broken Nature’s social union,
An’
justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me,
thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt
na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What
then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A
daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get
a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!
Thy
wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s
silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’
naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’
bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw
the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’
weary Winter comin fast,
An’
cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till
crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That
wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost
thee monie a weary nibble!
Now
thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole
the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But
Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In
proving foresight may be vain:
The best
laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’
lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still,
thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The
present only toucheth thee:
But Och!
I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’
forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
Selected and edited from - http://www.poetryfoundationDOTorg/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/robert-burns
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You cannot
articulate the ‘irony’ you speak of in relationship to Free Will and Fate. Your
concept is that no matter what a human being does of herorhis own free will the
final outcome of the species will be the same. The irony is humanity’s not God’s.
And, the dark humor here is that you like Burns “canna see”. Burns can guess
and fear but you see this as a ‘joke in progress’. Once the ‘joke’ is over
nobody is going to be there to laugh or to cry or to cry foul. – Amorella
1323
hours. Thank you for the clarity, Amorella. That’s what I want to say. Why I cannot
deliver the words myself is a mystery to me, but I cannot.
2325
hours. Part of me sees ‘existence’ as a joke; however, odd as it may seem, I am
grateful for having lived. The world is a classroom, that’s how I view it, and
I am glad to learn along the way. If we survive physical death I would hope to
keep my major memories of this place we call Earth, the Solar System, the Milky
Way Galaxy and the Universe if there is more that keeps this ‘physics’ all
together. Memories are not a joke.
You needed to think ‘the joke’ out. Your
concept of ‘the joke of existence’ is not new; however, you find your humor in
your memories and in your smile, orndorff. Post. – Amorella
2333
hours. Amorella it is not like me, at all, to think of ‘my smile’.
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