On Mon, 17 Oct 2005 09:33:59 GMT, Joseph Littleshoes
> connected the dots and wrote:

~Bob Terwilliger wrote:
~
~> Joseph Littleshoes got drunk and posted:
~
~One Star In Sight--------------------
~
~Thy feet in mire thy head in murk, oh man how piteous thy plight, the
~doubts that daunt the ills that irk, thou hast not wit nor will to
~fight.
~
~How hope in heart or worth in work. No Star in sight.
~
~Thy "Gods" prooved puppets of the priests.
~
~"TRUTH" all's relation science sighed! In bondage with thy brother
~beast love tortured thee as loves hope died and loves faith rotted,
life
~no lest dim star descried
~
~Thy cringing carrion cowered and crawled to find a chance cast clod
~whose pain was purposeless, appalled it trod its vain agony across
the
~void sky.
~
~All souls eternally exist. Each individual, ultimate, each makes
itself
~a mist of mind and flesh to celebrate some tender tryst.
~
~Some drunkards doting on the dream despair that it should die,
mistake
~themselves for their own shadow scheme, one star can summon them to
~wake!
~
~Star soles serene that gleam on life's calm lake
~
~
~
~---
~JL
~
~
~>
~>
~> >> ----------------------
~> >> Liber XV sec. VII.
~> >> ----------------------
~> >>
~> >> The Anthem
~> >> --------------
~> <snip>
~> >> Aleister Crowley
~> >> Gnostic Mass.
~> >> The Office of the Anthem.
~> >> Liber ABA.
~>
~> I've always liked this better:
~>
~> The Hollow Men
~>
~> I
~>
~> We are the hollow men
~> We are the stuffed men
~> Leaning together
~> Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
~> Our dried voices, when
~> We whisper together
~> Are quiet and meaningless
~> As wind in dry grass
~> Or rats' feet over broken glass
~> In our dry cellar
~>
~> Shape without form, shade without colour,
~> Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
~>
~> Those who have crossed
~> With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
~> Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
~> Violent souls, but only
~> As the hollow men
~> The stuffed men.
~>
~> II
~>
~> Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
~> In death's dream kingdom
~> These do not appear:
~> There, the eyes are
~> Sunlight on a broken column
~> There, is a tree swinging
~> And voices are
~> In the wind's singing
~> More distant and more solemn
~> Than a fading star.
~>
~> Let me be no nearer
~> In death's dream kingdom
~> Let me also wear
~> Such deliberate disguises
~> Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
~> In a field
~> Behaving as the wind behaves
~> No nearer --
~>
~> Not that final meeting
~> In the twilight kingdom
~>
~> III
~>
~> This is the dead land
~> This is cactus land
~> Here the stone images
~> Are raised, here they receive
~> The supplication of a dead man's hand
~> Under the twinkle of a fading star.
~>
~> Is it like this
~> In death's other kingdom
~> Waking alone
~> At the hour when we are
~> Trembling with tenderness
~> Lips that would kiss
~> Form prayers to broken stone.
~>
~> IV
~>
~> The eyes are not here
~> There are no eyes here
~> In this valley of dying stars
~> In this hollow valley
~> This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
~>
~> In this last of meeting places
~> We grope together
~> And avoid speech
~> Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
~>
~> Sightless, unless
~> The eyes reappear
~> As the perpetual star
~> Multifoliate rose
~> Of death's twilight kingdom
~> The hope only
~> Of empty men.
~>
~> V
~>
~> Here we go round the prickly pear
~> Prickly pear prickly pear
~> Here we go round the prickly pear
~> At five o'clock in the morning.
~>
~> Between the idea
~> And the reality
~> Between the motion
~> And the act
~> Falls the Shadow
~>
~> For Thine is the Kingdom
~>
~> Between the conception
~> And the creation
~> Between the emotion
~> And the response
~> Falls the Shadow
~>
~> Life is very long
~>
~> Between the desire
~> And the spasm
~> Between the potency
~> And the existence
~> Between the essence
~> And the descent
~> Falls the Shadow
~> For Thine is the Kingdom
~>
~> For Thine is
~> Life is
~> For Thine is the
~>
~> This is the way the world ends
~> This is the way the world ends
~> This is the way the world ends
~> Not with a bang but a whimper.
~>
~> ---T. S. Eliot (1925)
~
~
I'm a born-again agnostic
Hallelujah I've seen the light
Well I never thought it could happen to me
'cause I lead such an innocent life
I felt like Archimedes when he jumped out of the bath
Eureka I said while inside my head I was doing some sacred math.

Gonna start my own religion, get my very own tv show
One that's on every Sunday morning when people are feeling low

--Robby O'Connor
maxine in ri