the white soft powder sand [i]
the white soft powder sand
the simple waves of blue
the holding hand-in-hand
the memories of you
[i] martino, j. (2.7-1.2025). the white soft powder sand. book 122: s[no]w angel. © 2024 by j. martino.
...swimming with alligators.
why drink beer?
sometimes, i drink beer so that i won't drink beer.
hear me out:
if there's (my favorite) beer in the fridge, i might drink it at any time of the day and/or night. the reason might be so that (after drinking it) there won't be any more left to drink (so i won't drink beer).
summary: drinking beer (as a wellness practice) could be a pathway to not drinking beer.
disclaimer: if this post comes across as a bit much to beer bear, maybe we might just grin and bear beer it?
alternative title: leaving the left
the more i read from the far-left point of view, the more i disagree with the far-left. i've always recoiled from the far-right, but never really paid that much attention to the far-left. i was a "live and let live" product of the 60s.
probably still am.
in 2025, however, i'm recoiling away from the far-left (more and more).
while it is true that some people might find it more challenging (if everybody doesn't cower to everybody else's right to anything & everything...)
...the tail doesn't wag the dog.
so... as i contemplate my loves, digital consciousness, the matrix, human touch, joy, regret, triumphs, mis-takes, transactional quid-pro-quo, earth's birth (and demise) ...am i wise?
while others are (presumably) watching the price is right...
did i really have a connection with a short-time filipina love? was my mother/son relationship real? are family ties and blood-brother-ship more authentically human than a passionate cling of post-sex love on a beach-bar night?
what (if anything at all) matters?
what if it all matters more than any image-in-ation can imagine?
------------------------------
as i lay down, tonight... i'm going to tell myself that it was all well worth much more than the price of admission. the price of the potential negatives is well worth the experience of the perceived joys.
the Apostle Paul (to whom much of The New Testament is attributed)... never even met Jesus. he was not one of "the twelve." some of his his-stories are attributed to Jesus' brother, James.
i'm no expert on this, but i always thought that Paul knew Jesus. i bet that most of my Christian friends think the same.
why didn't our catholic elders teach us about how the bible(s) actually came to be?
why didn't they tell us what 'version' means (in kjv)?