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Once mature, a person prefers substance to appearance, fruit to flowers.
– Laozi aka “Lao Tzu” [ White Cosmos with yellow centre, above ]

I had a choice between tackling a heaping pile of meme tags OR writing a film review of Curse of the Golden Flower, but instead… I went outside and snapped photos of purty flowers in our backyard garden with my ancient Crap-Cam® and patented point-and-shoot method (ooh aah wow, I suck). Ann woke me up from my meme-free coma, but I need copious amounts of booze first to apply Newton’s laws of motion. The heady aroma of inertia!

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
– Laozi aka “Lao Tzu” [ Pink Cosmos with yellow centre, above ]

It’s the end of May and I’ve got 4 entries (including this one) to show for it. Do I feel bad about that? Nope. I’ve learned to acquiesce to my blog’s occasional existentialist crises as they’ve forced me to re-examine why I started blogging and what direction my blog should go next if I choose to continue. By blogging, I am compelled to stop, really look at the scenery and capture the (metaphorical or real) beauty of fragrant flowers in bloom or the appearance and stench of decay around me. But personal blogging, like life, isn’t just about memories of random or planned events and tasks. I must remind myself to take the time to slow down, enjoy the journey and learn from my experiences. A life well spent is a life worth blogging about.

Neah, substance is overrated. I’m into it for laughs and wasting time.

Therefore the truly great man dwells on what is real and not what is on the surface, On the fruit and not the flower. Therefore accept the one and reject the other.
– Laozi aka “Lao Tzu” [ Single white Clematis, above ]

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Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can’t and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
– Robert Frost

When you have nothing to say, say nothing? Perhaps, but I’d be on mute half the time. I am a good listener, but a low-key conversationalist. Was Socrates correct when he said, “The unexamined life is not worth living” or is ignorance bliss? Did you notice how I’m cramming this entry with oodles of quotations because I don’t have anything original to say? Ya, remember those school daze when you were asked to submit 10 to 15-page essays? Did you stretch ‘em with purty pictures, big font sizes, big margins, double spacing and lots of quotes and references to get that well-earned B-? Ya.

I’ll be back in June with 4… no, 5 entries. Even slackers have standards. And Laozi, I want both fruit and flowers. Does that make me immature?

Off-topic: Happy twenty-friggin-something birthday wishes to Alternati!

Adieu,

Massa P