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The darling buds of May #1. Derwent Avenue, Lindisfarne. May 2013.

This Theme Thursday brings with it a MYSTERIOUS selection of philosophical musings from a seried of over-educated ignoramuses.

The first asserts "I do not know what I am: I am not what I know."

The second, "But if cattle and horses or lions had hands, or were able to draw with their hands and do the works that men can do, horses would draw the form of their gods like horses, and cattle like cattle, and they would make their gods' bodies resemble their own."

The first retorts, "When the danger is so great that death has become the hope, then despair is the hopelessness of not being able to die."

"Quite", I said.



The darling buds of May #2. Derwent Avenue, Lindisfarne. May 2013.
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Vandana Sharma said…
IT HAS SO DEEP MEANING. WE ENVISAGE GOD IN OUR FORM AND YES YOU ARE RIGHT CATTLE AND HORSES TOO CAN THINK ABOUT THEIR GOD IN THEIR OWN FORM.
THE FIRST PERSON VERY WELL SAID THAT WHEN DEATH BECOMES HOPE, NOT GETTING IT IS THE MOST PAINFUL SITUATION....
9 May 2013 at 22:58
George S Batty said…
interesting and makes one stop and think...supposedly we were created in God's image...so if god were a cow?
or cows had gods...why not? I really enjoy the last line...great post.
10 May 2013 at 08:28
Unknown said…
After a while the speculation makes my head hurt, and so I just shrug my shoulders and say "whatever. I am what I am."
10 May 2013 at 17:44
Mrsupole said…
I am what I am and I am not green eggs and ham but I am also not Sam I am because I am what I am and so what am I if not green eggs and ham or Sam I am.

Oh it is just too much to think about and oh so complicated to think about who I am but then sometimes that is all we do is to think about who I am.

I think if a cow had much of a brain then they would not be dinner for so many people each day and if a horse had a larger brain then man would work for them. But then man has that thing called a thumb which makes us different and so that is what I am, a person with a thumb or maybe two.

Anyway I just love the pics of the flowers. Do they have a name? The first one almost looks like it could become a cluster of grapes and the second one is truly mysterious.

Happy TT and I hope you have a fun weekend exploring with the boys.

God bless.
11 May 2013 at 23:14
Josie Two Shoes said…
I love the first quote best of all, it leaves much to ponder. I know there is so much more to me than what I know, but I am quite certain of what I am not at all.
12 May 2013 at 05:35
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