Pang Pang and the Catacombs

Pang Pang:

Words that Pang us..........
The ideas are everywhere........

Pang, Pang, Pang, Pang...........

Oh my Heart.......... Pang, Pang Pang, Pang, Pang.

Words  where might they lead us?

Your beast, you bastard, you animal.

There, There......

Such a wonderful , kind, meaning well person.

Left, Left, Left, Left:
Right, Right, Right, Right:  march Soldiers..........

Perhaps in actuality we, in all party's are going down the  yellow wet slip and slide... like  little children squealing
into the  one common  chute... the blades of the meat grinder are whirling to make burger out the nozzle at the other end.

Words, Words, Words,
Pang, Pang, Pang.

"You are my Sunshine my only Sunshine, you make me happy when sky's are grey"

Sad we cannot view it all as a Global Comedy of some sorts.

Sadly we Cling to our Belief Systems...  draw lines in the sand and say I dare you...

always have always will by historical appearance, in my limited realm of thinking.

Who is really having the Laugh?  As we bicker and fight among'st ourselves through the thousands upon thousands of years.

Pang Pang and the Catacombs .............

A Ballad

You know that voice that just hits it home:

The Radio is on, is that Madonna? A new song? Sure sounds like her the way she carries that low register and that synthesized techno beat.........

I am captured....... with  the question, Intently listening;

Will the announcer say?

Here it comes again:

The Chorus:

We never loved:
We never met:
We never lived to face regret:

Need this love to reveal, we never loved to hold regret:
To get to what was real:

For we never met:

We never loved:
We never met:
We never lived to face regret:

Waiting for the announcer to come on and verify that yes it was the voice of Madonna driving the verse home, in sultry   loin caressing deep sound.

I woke up to silence..... No Radio was on.

All rights reserved on an earthly plane..... Free for the rest of the Universe.

A Ballad.

History of Pondering

History of Pondering:

Orion has seen it all:

Even the moons reflection on the surface of  Coffee in a cup:

Mini thought farms how we raise them:

Expressive sequence:

Make Her... Not nice words, she don't like it like that but some do.

Taking a gun away from somebody ending up getting shot.

Finding a book:

Collapsible Drawers:

Lowering you pants:

Finding Eyes:

Finding Eyes:

To View:

The Hallowed Scene:

Eternal:

My eye, my eye...........Oh My Eye!

History of Pondering.

Flicker Vertigo

The lamp over my head is flickering like it has a twitch:

The fragrance in the empty coffee bean jar only lasts a little while:

Chain link fences and property lines laid long ago before any permitting was required or even thought of probably , before man smartens up, now the bottom of the galvanized posts have rotted  through:

You see........

The old lady that lived next door...that  had the apparent good son, and also the water front Conch Cottage.
Diversified She, He lays in wait:

Duplex nails are good for building things that are temporary...you can only drive them in so far and no ring shanks ,   But , you can still hit your finger and yowl and dance in pain, a blue thumb nail how pretty, kiss kiss........am I laughing yet?

The greasy blue Javelin car, a 6 cylinder with a turbo charger.. that did not work covered in dirt and grease it did have a tight turning radius however and also a broken parking pawl.... you had to use caution where you parked, especially when  on a hill.

Arriving at a Job bid.... laughing uncontrollable unable nor wanting to stop ..... those were the days........

Sunny, Sunny, days..........

Sneaking down  invisible property lines in fear of getting caught.

Flying down the canal behind the house.... making a sloppy base to final and landing in the back yard by the clothes  line dark a winged creature huddled.

Temporary plywood signs built out of scrap wood... directing you but placed where you cannot see them well... in the shade beneath the old Cork wood tree..

Flicker Vertigo.............. look through the spinning arch of the prop with the sun low behind you............ have a peek.

It takes you on a trip into the twilight zone.............

Flicker Vertigo

"You'll Be Sorry", Will I?

The Angry woman came to me in my dream.... she was shouting  You'll be Sorry........

I was watching her cats...  they escaped...  here kitty kitty....  please come back.. for I fear I will evoke that wrath... within her...... therefor I am afraid............

Thank goodness I recaptured the cats... with some help and put them back in their cages.

The Angry Woman was Storming along the ridge line like a squall....... You'll be Sorry... and I feared.

 She was shouting at me , "You'll Be Sorry. " Will I?

Bliss at the Dentist......

I went to the Dentist yesterday... she has a humble little hut... with an aquarium and some Goldfish sitting on a Shelf that is bowing under the weight of the water... they seem peaceful in their captivity....... gulping..

She is not bad looking...  and all dressed in blue, I could see the outline of her panties. She speaks Spanglish so do I  Perfect. She had her mask on and her eye goggles...
I could see the soft skin on her neck and her dangling earring...  I started to get excited, down boy.  Listening to the slurp she worked in  my oral cavity for a solid hour... scraping with metallic instruments... and miniature whizzing stone wheel apparatus .......  I laid still very very still, reminding myself to relax.... that a boy... I think she was enjoying it as well...  she seemed to want to give me extra... for the money........

'Lets go over that area again'.... shall we?...   yes yes Heavenly...   oh the Tension.... too much....  just relax....

I think I could go everyday.. but she told me to come back in four months... I can't wait.. but as is said

"abstinence makes the heart grow fonder"

She worked me over so good my knees were shaking as I left her humble office.... my hands steady as I handed her the cash she smiled.

I feel wonderful Rejuvenated...........

Bliss at the Dentist.

Not Worthy to be Written let alone Read.

Water Flowing beneath a bridge:

An Artist throwing hand fulls of shit on a blank canvas:

Sure Why Not?

A Monstrosity !  Isn't it beautiful?

Just Look:

Buy sick things at a Novelty store:

Glue them to the blank canvas:

Plastic Dog Piles etc..........

Art is like bowel movements and Yoga:

Reach for the Heavens:

Stretch like a a Cat.

Not Worthy to be Written let alone Read.

Her meaning well, How Disconcerting.

Timothy Flat and Long, do you think that would make a good name for a law firm?

My Acquaintances were pretty bad.

The one kid.. in his late 30's  had mild Timothy Syndrome.

His Mother Trusted me with her car keys while she was gone on vacation, I was staying in the back room down in the Florida Keys... the kid insisted I give them to him and his no good buddy...  They stole the car and threatened me... even squirting lighter fluid and lighting the bedroom carpet on fire...

The kid and his pal were both quite insane.......brick short of a full load,  They kept insisting I give them the keys... even giving me a black eye... and as I said they lit the bedroom carpeting on fire... it went out of control , got smokey and the fire department came... I was stomping on it trying to get it out....

As they sped off in Moms car....Then My old acquaintance  Satan called.. that was actually his nick name.. he was from Macedonia ... and practiced Yoga...... he was going to pour gas on the airplane and light it once, he got so pissed at Jim...... I told him I would have no part of it.... nor stealing the keys... as it was Jim's property... besides that Jim had once upon a time  had Castro in the cross hairs oh his rifles scope when he was in the employ of the Agency.... I thought better of messing with him.  Last I saw Satan  he had an oozing mole on his forehead.

What a Nick Name SATAN.. but that was it.

He was not all bad, he named his kids after great people... like Alexander  and gave his X wife a place in from the cold when she came knocking on his door in winter and was on Heroin and he had grocery sacks of u.s. currency.... then things changed...after the money evaporated her mommy was some executive for a fashion magazine in Manhattan.. and off she sped.. with the kids.... He was no good in her Mommy's eyes, that was for sure... well according to him any way.

In retrospect I should have never taken the keys to the car from the kids mother.. then I simply would not of had them and it would not have been an issue...

They had the yellow Mini Cooper to drive, but no... they wanted the Mothers Black High performance Coupe... to drive around in while they doped up and got high.....the Mini Cooper would not do................

So they gave me a black eye stole the keys and lit the bedroom carpeting on fire... on top of everything they had my old acquaintance  Satan of Macedonia Ring me up and suggest I just give them the keys to Mom's car..

Just  to simplify things you know?

Bastards..... they thought the whole episode was funny..  and I felt guilty for not safeguarding the Mothers Possession........

Hell with that... next time she goes off she can just take the damn Keys with her and eliminate the favor.
Her meaning well......... like   Testing for Super Bugs.

  Her meaning well, How Disconcerting.

Nearly a Full Moon and not dropping an Anchor

You can feel it on your flesh.... a Moon bath or shower I don't think you can bottle it however.

We were  in an old leaky Chris Craft Style Boat.... Maybe an old Trojan... a cabin cruiser at any rate it was a Lapstrake  hull and leaked of course , they all do, they used to burn a lot of gas until  the Vapor Fuel system was installed... Now the beast would run for hours on a couple of gallons...

I was with a young woman I cared deeply about.  We were way way way......... out to sea together .... far far away form anywhere.........  when a  small group of islands appeared...

We decided to go exploring, little did we know it was going to be our destination for quite some while.

All of our earthly possessions were on the boat.... I grabbed a nap sack and  we hopped in the  dingy... we went to shore  and spent the night...

In the morning the boat was gone..... and try as I may I could not remember having put the anchor down....
I was guessing that meant I had not, in other words I was pretty sure I had not put the anchor down.. relying on my recall.... in either or anyway... the boat was gone.... we went looking around for it in the dingy hoping perhaps it got snagged or maybe went into the shore line of one of the few other islands in the group.. before drifting  out to foreverville .... Nope,  High and low we looked.. it was gone as in gone, gone......... may as well  have been forever.

Oh maybe someday someone might come across the old boat and there would be a big wondering of why.. of course since it leaked it could and likely would before long , just sink into the virtually eternal depths of the blue.. and come to a sleepy rest on some sandy dark bottom thousands of feet down.. well that was that.... it went bye bye, then blub blub........

I guess we would be scratching out an existence on that island out in the middle of Nowhere in the Sea.
Scratching the little patch of earth and catching rain water...somehow.... eating who knows what.

What a mess......... I had simply forgotten to drop anchor.

The best part was  there wasn't anyone  on the Island to be Hateful.

Nearly a Full Moon and not dropping an Anchor.

Disturbances and Tiffany Epiphany

Disturbances ................

Can you imagine traveling over 10,000 miles then releasing... like the waves do here.... all that way  just to go swoosh on the beach must feel good.

The Office called they requested the Ego's Ego to  come in for his review.

I am a proponent of the idea that the  general consensus is wrong...... its like spending your entire life in the isles of a big super center store...  looking for the right products..... all the products are screaming out at you and telling you something....... buy me, buy me..........

Is the general consensus ever wrong?

Why did Granny sell her horse so cheap?

She thought it was going lame........ so she wanted to unload it....

The man that bought the horse was served well,   Granny was mistaken.

Having money does not make people better... it just may appear so.

Do you think there might be miracles?

Once when refueling a jet over wing.. my back to  the approach end of a runway on  the parking apron .. an A.P.U. was loudly  running and they were starting the engines of a very loud Prop Jet an MU 2 as I recall  the machine screaming ..... my hearing protectors on.. whistling a tune.... fueling away........

... it was at night.. and a Beech Baron was Sliding my way wheels up sparks flying as it skid to a halt just near me.......... with the jet fuel flowing out the nozzle.. singing a little tune I was ... Huh!  I did not hear a thing...

Imagine my surprise when I looked over.. and there were passengers climbing across the wing  out of the wreck..  Ruh Roh !  maybe I was just lucky it stopped before it hit me the plane and the fuel truck.... or

It could have been a miracle I suppose.
Certainly a Scooby doo moment.

Disturbances......and Tiffany Epiphany......

Two years ago Monday.......

Two Years ago Monday...........

'Was it really that long ago?'

Your a good manager.  'yes'  Why?

Because you sell.

Like  watching those Ass Holes on that show Shark Tank....

Its a game show...

Life's troubles where we discuss the mundane and see where it leads.

The background singers are swaying and singing.......  'Life's Troubles Awaaaaaaaay, Life's Troubles Awaaaaaaaay.........  repeat........

The waiting professionals are seated ... with your dreams and visions piled high in their laps and they point out all the errors and shake their heads.........

That is until something catches on........ and they are proven wrong,  then of course little is said:

Would'nt   You Know................

It a fun show... ridicule .......

If it is Art is it right or wrong?

and those terrible background singers.... can't they just go away?

Two years ago Monday,  Good Lord!  has it bee that long?

Two years ago Monday.

Like Juicy Sweet Florida Oranges or Running With Them Chickens!

 Like Juicy Sweet Florida Oranges or Running With Them Chickens!

Years ago.... around the early 80's...  I was making a run in my Fire Engine Red 76 Torino.. With yellow flame decals on the side panels   From Key West Up to Atlanta,,,
the wires on two of the radial tires were exposed.. they were kind of bald too.  I was cruising along through Citrus Country in  Central Florida and I see this Kid Hitch Hiking... What the Hell Looks harmless enough... I guess I will give him a ride.

He gets in the car and as we are traveling thru  he tells me his story over the roar of the glass packs... He was from Tennessee and had been working at a Chicken Farm, I guess he had grown discontent as often young men do , and decided to head for the  greener Pastures he found then alright in Florida's Citrus Belt.... where he landed a job picking oranges for a loss.

The Poor Fucker..... He found himself in one of them there migrant camps.. with the camp store and lodging provided.. and if you did not pick enough oranges , well...... soon enough your bill starts to outweigh your profit margin.... as you have to pay for your sleeping  cot as well...

He said he had escaped the migrant labor camp a day earlier  and was afraid the Master would catch up with him and give him a beating.  Oh yes,  and a Very White Boy he was  too............ this is in 1980's not the 1880's .

And to further his wretched story the previous person to pick him up was in a pick up truck ... so he threw his pack in the back  and hopped in the cab... The driver says you look hungry man ?  How about we stop at McDonalds and you run in and grab us a a couple of burgers I will buy?........ and the driver handed the kid $5.00.....

The kid buys some burgers and fries with the $5.00 inside of McDonalds and the pick truck then squeals off with his Pack and all his shit in the back... as he just  steps outside the burger joints doors...... ha ha pretty funny right? I figure he ate the burgers, I wonder how they tasted?

So here he  is...........or there he was..... We made Atlanta... and I had a little Down stairs Hovel...  where down the street was a bar , a venue where the Atlanta Rhythm Section would sometimes play.  ... I watched    Paul Goddard   the Bass Player hit up on Oxygen , wow! they could jam,  champagne or not.... I met a Sexy Red headed Georgia Peach there once  She gave me the eye and Scabies not once but  twice it was worth it a scratch that itched so good,  any way, back to the kid,  I said, look man you can crash on my couch and wash your clothes.. and we can chow down  on some food  and then  tomorrow I will take you up to the Freeway and you can hitch hike  up to Tennessee ...

He was like O.K.............

As I told him, I would, the following day  I took him up to the Free Way entrance.. as he was getting out of the car and as we were getting ready to part ways he looked over at me and said......  " Man,  I am going home back to Tennessee and Run With Them Chickens"

Black Crows legs

He was driving along, he saw the no left turn sign, he looked around hard..  no oncoming traffic, no cops,
he jumped the curb and made the turn of his choosing going the other direction at his will  and with no consequence other then going in the direction he freely choose:

24 hours a day, 7 days a week Mind Pollution:
The Crow  reminded  him of the Thought Police and the no left turn sign.. as he  flew off.

Watching all of humanity from a bush.

Black Crows legs..............

The Royal Order Of Randomness

The Royal order of Randomness............

SHUN........ a peculiar word:

The order of the Loyal Shunites..........

Going out on a Limb.........

Show us your ASS..........

Shun:

The Royal order of Randomness.......................

Un Fluttering in the Wind.

Un Fluttering in the wind:
Save me an elite fortune:

Stone me to Death:
A Purple J-3 cub..
Flying narrow we called it the Grape:

Finding 35,000 abandoned steel balls
the Nazis left behind:

They were able to conduct some unusual experiments:

Does Oliver North have a Brat Sister?

When Spirits come calling
Wise to comply.

incorrigible:
Un Fluttering in the Wind.

Sand Crackers

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or not.

Wonder the question

Jersey John lived in the woods for over 30 years, still does I imagine....
One day he came up to me in front of the library  and gave me a drawing.... it was a man holding a writing tablet standing between towering buildings under the stars holding a pencil.

I stuck it under a clip on the sun visor in my beader truck.

Seems I have not forgotten.

What is music?  Something about Harmonics?

Orion came across the top of the house just this morning looking out of the corner of her eye at the Pleiades
I went outside to take a second look I saw two shooting stars one in front of me and one behind.

I thought of Jersey John and the day he handed me that picture.. with not a word spoken, but the deed is remembered.

Wondering the question why , why is it publishers, Literary agents... the makers have their heads so far up their ass's ? I thought it was dark in there.

Is it simply the supply so outweighs the demand? That they remain virtually unapproachable? or is it tied to tale like an anchor falling to the sea floor?

I should think there is a fortune to be made catering to the market of the underdog....

But we are so wrapped up in Protocol.... we haven't the time of day, lets make it hard.

Trust me I am laughing....  I have given Random House one star for their behavior.

Wonder the question.                            

                                                                    Jersey John

Bella Is Dead......... Is there a moral to the Story?

Guess who is dead?  Poor little Bella... from the restaurant on the Beach.....
The little tan and black  dogie that would always patiently sit and beg.... she even put her snout in my lap once or twice.

Bella has been missing... thinking  perhaps she had been dog napped... or maybe  she was down the beach at  a restaurant  she felt had better food...

But no....... they found her little body down the beach.. well so the story goes...  somebody might of killed her... she looked healthy to me, maybe she was murdered..........or ate too much radio active fish.

Poor little Bella I feel guilty I did not give her a whole shrimp......... she was not very fond of bread or french fries.... She wanted meat..........

She was ruler of the roost you know?... the cats were petrified..... terrified even and she would scrap with the occasional other dog that was stupid enough to come in...  some customers did not like her in the eating area... that was always novice to watch... their disdain.... with a twisted pleasure for myself.....

She was most polite... for a dog....  The Cat however is warming up to the patrons nicely in her absence.... She is black and white and still slightly skittish .... as of last evening wrapping herself around table and chair legs.... Exit poor little Bella Enter the Cat.

Dear Little Bella is Dead....... I could not give her a treat, even if I wanted to.

Painfully Clear

Painfully Clear, we subject ourselves..........

I don't need a license to think, I don't need a degree........

Isn't it painfully clear that What it is, is really not?

It is what prevails....... what we subject ourselves to and are willing to endorse as truth...

If it was not so painfully clear it would be hysterical..........

How many of us have watched a needle on a vinyl record when it gets stuck?

Repeat, Repeat, Repeat...................................... etc..............

Painfully Clear.

Excuse me Sir Random Please

Declared genius after your dead:

Hidden Cemetery Stones, Anthropologist:

As Professor so and so self justifiably imposes:

A swept unnatural pose:

Writing a new little book:

Sand Crackers:

Expectant condoning minds:

Soft Laser Textiles:

Weatherman accurate guess work:

Peter Pan Green:

Art centers of the world:

Great value mind boggling significance:

Woe is me:

A little book by no one important.

 Excuse me Sir Random Please.

Elation of Cheap Thrills and cats with 9 lives Meow

Permeate  a Black Wall
Come out the other side disoriented
fresh new

Down shift and
Pass on a mountain curve
no one was coming the other way
good

Arriving after dark to a runway
With no lights Shit
an alternate becomes no choice

Spotting a far away flare
an orange glow in the far distance
the last one burning

Passing a heavy  battery from the bow of a boat
to another in high seas Up and then down
dont miss

Taking off blind
into cloud cover you notice ice developing on the wing strut you think about the mountain range below you from in the clouds you are enveloped within reach for
pulling carburetor heat

Trundling blind down a dark
runway  almost clipping a fence you could not see  then seeing the moons reflection dance
off the ocean  50 feet below

Have full sails up at night
when the wind picks up
and heel way over alone
steering for a little while toward a bright star
Have a sheet line slip over the gunnel foul in the prop in  the deepest of blue
 dive overboard with no one top sides
don't forget to throw out the 100' safety line
and lower the boarding ladder

Rolling inverted at night in a light twin  with a bent propeller
running out of fuel coasting in

having a gun drawn on you
making new friends

Brushing a mountain top with a wing tip
The nav light is gone
Peering into deep dark crevices
beneath Azure waters
the Great Bahama Bank

Driving across the desert in a hopped up Mustang
outrunning  the fool after you with bubble gum machines on the roof

Have an engine develop a knock at full power
and the rpm rolls back
at treetop level and begin praying
as green flashes bye
dont bank to steeply

 Steering clear of the tow line between a tug and a barge
in the middle of the Gulfstream on a dark night
the  place to be in time
good timing

Swept down the Mississippi River
collide with 5 barges running around the deck like a squirrel
chirping swear words to himself

Holding Ailerons full over because a flap cable snapped  on take off your at 50 feet  over the freeway up near  Okeechobee Having a beer and a Hearty Laugh  Later
grow so fatigued you hallucinate and have a full blown  conversation with the jib sail
hear voices coming up from the belows

No punctuation there never was any

Elation of cheap thrills and cats with 9 lives Meow

RE- membering Charmed I am Sure

I dream't I could not remember:
I was lost in an airport and my flight was soon to leave:

I could not remember the name of the Airline or the flight # or even the destination:

It was sort of wretched... pilfering bags at the lost and found looking for any familiar belongings:

I found an unopened bottle of booze, but I did remember it was not mine... so left it alone.

A true friend of mine showed up I recognized him.... he had a new girlfriend:

So Robin Williams had a brain disease , did he?

Most everybody loved him... from appearances :

The way I see it... he beat the system in a sense..........

He did not hear 'Come let us Treat you'   Sorry we were not able to help you, that will be $500,000 anyway
possible just a tad more you understand.

Just a theory...... he certainly had Balls.

I am sorry, I simply don't remember:
It was not the most pleasant sensation feeling lost:

So lets say he did not play by the rules.... and what will the ever present THEY do about it?

and oh Heavens , What might they Think?

You see?

Re-   membering ,   Charmed I am Sure...............

Interesting People And Ernie the Air force Colonel and Space Ship Pilot.

 An article on Connie Powers of Big Pine was pointed out by a friend of mine... She and I were passing friends I never knew her background, I guess I have met a lot of interesting people in my life... Vanderkloot  was a pilot for Winston Churchill,
Paul Scurlock was a communications officer for General Patton... I have met Submarine Commanders.. and Deputy Directors.. for certain Agencies..... and Edie of Little Torch you know she was of the former of women flyers for the Air Force the W.A.S.P.S... and  fanned the flames at her Hallmark Store on Big Pine...  The Pillars of society.... you know, and quite a few others, The notable Characters .. it always seems to me you learn more about them after they are dead, well sometimes.......

I could go on but I won't...  my present book Characters I have Known in the Florida Keys.. consists.. mainly of what might be construed as less then desirable characters.. my forte' perhaps one day I will focus on the ones  considered as more desirable...  ....... maybe not...  I suppose in retrospect I should have accepted the offer to attend a  Quite Birdmen meeting offered me  by Mr. Vanderkloot... I declined... that was years ago.

In my Lucid dreams....... Them:  our  fellow humanity Telling them the us  what to do....... referring to we

The Numbered, the flock the branded cattle.............

Metaphorically Speaking of course............

To say looking away..........

Like Judges providing for the fate of those not so terribly guilty or deserving of the punishment they freely dole out...................

An All American Sport............

Perhaps obscurity is a safe place to be?   After all.

Interesting People.

Presentation And The Price Of Eel............................

Did you know the blood of an Eel is poisonous to man?
A snow white moth flew in the house, I tried to shew her out.. two mosquito's flew in her stead.

According to  Muspa Legend the White Moth was the reincarnate of the Chieftains daughter not to be harmed.

Because  kids  are great, fellow students all the time.

Selling EEl  for Cod....... as a new found product.

Not for me, but somebody may buy it.

Snake oil salesmen......... watch the customers line up.

Selling good quality shoes at a discount.

As a fashionable desirable product, the flock of fleeced  customers line up, they will argue and fight over a product even.

Remarketing  and the spreading of  abundance ...... don't you see?

Simple as selling sea snake as cod: or Barracuda for Grouper.. passing off Carp.......... with a smile.

At a how to project/ product fair..............

Coiled up.. I stepped back thinking  the eel  was a Diamond Back Rattler preparing to strike...
it gave me a scare......... I ran.. I thought it was going to chase me.

A Snow White Moth flew in my door...........she told me.......
EEl blood is poison, yet the EEl is a delicacy.
Some other peoples food, but not mine.

Whatever you say, well maybe.

Presentation and the  price of eel..............................

Saint Lucid

Decision making versus indoctrination :

Taking a pass:

Saddled with responsibility from birth:

A slip of paper exits the  Chrome metallic machine:

Look at yourself....... There you are... Red embossed numbers.

Issued upon the behalf of....................

The Director of the Goat Rodeo:

As long as we are in the realm of things:

This being alive is pretty wonderful business:

Saint Lucid: