Here all boundaries fade away and the world reveals itself for the mad slaughterhouse that it is. The treadmill stretches away to infinitude, the hatches are closed down tight, logic runs rampant, with bloody cleaver flashing.
It was said that the Count of Saint Germain used to lock himself up for periods of time, decocting plants into powders. Perhaps he was a time traveler from now that needed to extract his own adaptogens from Astragalus. 🙂
So what is the meaning of labor day? It is the end of summer, a castrated celebration of the worker’s right to have dignity despite the de facto acquiescence to the power to corporate feudal lords. It is also a reminder that the worker’s of the world will never dare to unite because inside each one of them is a latent fear of some Stalinist, atheistic, progressive agenda that would threaten the myth of free market, trickle down natural order.
As long as no corporations want in because of the lack of patent protection, there is no money in them and therefore no need to make them illegal
In the Picasso version, we have the closest to a pure expression sans our mundane subjectivity. There are shapes and colors but the ability to project morality and order upon it weakened. It is this final, morally and evolutionarily-bereft version that we find the greatest truth of aging.
Jeanne Louise Calment’s [other] claim to fame is the Feb. 21, 1875, listing in the birth register in Arles, the southern French city where she began her days and ended them.
She was 12 or 13 when she met Vincent Van Gogh in Arles, and she said later that he was ”very ugly, ungracious, impolite, sick — I forgive him, they called him loco.”
