#musings

Like billiard balls colliding our courses were altered. ↗

— Linda Collison

#philosophical-musings #the-butterfly-effect #historical-fiction

Old Man River! That seems far too austere a name For something made of mirth and rage. O, roiling red-blood river vein, If chief among your traits is age, You're a wily, convoluted sage. Is "old" the thing to call what rings The vernal heart of wester-lore; What brings us brassy-myth made kings (And preponderance of bug-type things) To challenge titans come before? Demiurge to a try at Avalon-once-more! And what august vitality In your wide aorta stream You must have had to oversee Alchemic change of timber beam To iron, brick and engine steam. Your umber whiskey waters lance The prideful sober sovereignty Of faulty-haloed Temperance And wilt her self-sure countenance; Yes, righteousness is vanity, But your sport's for imps, not elderly. If there's a name for migrant mass Of veteran frivolity That snakes through seas of prairie grass And groves of summer sassafras, A name that flows as roguishly As gypsy waters, fast and free, It's your real name, Mississippi. ↗

— Tracy J. Butler

#musings #poetry #age

Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#philosophical #philosophical-musings #life

Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees. ↗

— R.D. Ronald

#philosophical-musings #visual-moments #visualization

Idleness is a constant sin, and labor is a duty. Idleness is the devil's home for temptation and for unprofitable, distracting musings; while labor profit others and ourselves. ↗

— Anne Baxter

#devil #distracting #duty #home #idleness

I have begun to wonder where I came from. The person I am now, this fumbling, stumbling supplicant... was I built on the foundations of my old life, or did I rise from the grave a blank state? How much of me is inherited, and how much is my own creation? Questions that were once just idle musings have begun to feel strangely urgent. Am I firmly rooted to what came before? Or can I choose to deviate? ↗

— Isaac Marion

#life #philosophical-musings #reflection #life

Some people make sharp distinctions sort of between their recreational musings and their professional work. I don't make that distinction very much. ↗

— Whitfield Diffie

#distinction #distinctions #i #make #much