Tag: Ethics
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Brothers In Arms
Brothers In Armsby Dire Straits These mist covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is the lowlandsAnd always will be Some day you’ll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you’ll no longer burnTo be brothers in arms Through these fields of destructionBaptisms of fireI’ve witnessed your sufferingAs the battle raged high And though…
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St. Patrick’s Day Morning Ride
St. Patrick’s Day Morning Ride springtime Sonoran foliage arrayedin many shades of greenincluding Kelly yellows dominated the bloomsfrom Brittlebush and Desert Marigoldsto Greasewood’s pimpled blooms andthe those on the crazy twisted shapesof Mesquite there was the iridescent peachof Desert Mallow, an accentfunctioning more like a commaas we rolled along the Loop didn’t see any fauna…
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Mid March Morning Ride
Mid March Morning Ride milky sunshine leaves dark patcheswhere shadows of trees normally layusual outlines are not on displaya heavily marbled skyto the east and souththe mountains all aroundjust silhouettes deep in the mists still water pools left by rainsfrom last week and the other daydapple the otherwise dry riverbedunder bridges and shaded spaceswhere many…
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Superstitions
Are you superstitious? Not really… I equate it to traditional religions, practicing ‘formulas’ for conduct and mental / spiritual ‘proper behaviors’ (morality). They, like the four leaf clover, knocking on wood, throwing salt over your shoulder, or calling on deities of any ilk (Greek, Norse, Hebrew, elemental, psychic, etc.), are just stories we tell ourselves…
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Save Our VA Protest 3/13/26
Yes, I know, Friday the thirteenth… Fortunately, I’m not superstitious. Four of us held the line at the South (Ajo) entrace to the Tucson VA for the morning shift change, 6:30-8:15am. We had an 80-90% response rate again today, with only two negatives that I could see.
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Lady In Black
Lady In Blackby Uriah Heep She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morningHer long hair flowing in the mid-winter windI know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walkingAnd destruction lay around me, from a fight I could not win Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah She asked me, “Name…
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Stew And Recipe
Stew and Recipe Closing, the waking dream unfolds, the path to consciousness — untold,The printer hums, the keyboard clicks, the cursor blinks, 1 human brain (shredded). The surge crashes, the mind blanks — consciousness returns. 2-much stock (quantum soup — quarks, mesons, pisons, and other subatomic nutrients — unprocessed). Bio-transducer/receiver translates the quantum…
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Hey, How’s My Future?
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. Hey, future me, How has the world treated you since 2026? I’m not sure how you’ll perceive this, or even if you’ll (I’ll) still be sentient for my (our) hundredth revolution of old Sol. I expect that your life and insights have changed (evolved) by then as much…
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Reading The Morning Sky
Reading the Morning Sky A perfect ellipsis of cloudsDot, dot, dot …On a blank blue skyA meteorological signInferring something left outOr more to comeBut unsaid Will cloud calligraphyNear the end of timePaint an exclamation point !Or a large PERIOD . ? Reading the morning skyOver the Santa CatalinasTo see what it may prophesy –LE
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