The Drowning Cry Out For Their Slaves

This is a line from Bertolt Brecht's poem 'Fragen eines lesenden Arbeiters.'

The poem begins like this:

'Who built seven-doored Thebes?

In the books are the names of kings.'

...And it goes on a bit, and then:

'Even in Legendary Atlantis,

the night the sea vanquished it,

did the drowning cry for their slaves.'

The poem basically lays out a series of 'great' people in history and their great places - and asks the question, well who was really great in it; the implied answer being, clearly not merely one person alone.

But one conclusion a person might justifiably draw, is that nothing ever really changed in the way of human life on a larger-scale, overall 'human society' basis.

Places you cannot go...

And what is there that is so radically different about our own times today?

The engineers are slightly more technically advanced, their tools better, but the leaders are the same atrocious bunch of ignorant fools whose only skill is that of standing on others' heads to get up the ladder of the exact same systems of power and control and ruler-ship that always was here.

The techniques of achieving these forms of grandiose power as all leaders today possess, includes having other criminals around the 'front man,' and together this cohort will undo rivals sometimes openly, but mostly by knifing them in the side or back when no one is looking.

But the human insanity and lust for power applies with each of us individually too - when we have money that we may spend, the reptile-brain impulses to 'grasp and consume' overtakes our considered mind and rules it, or else is permanently at risk of doing so.

Right now, right here in these pages, we are behind the scene having a few 'discussions' with some well-known identities, and it may lead to some benefits here and there.

In the past, this place use to showcase a whole bunch of 'stuff,' that if you could lay your hands on, well, you could certainly display it under someone's nose to annoy them with the trinkets and baubles.

Well we should not indulge that kind of 'reckless endangerment.'

So instead we might, I dunno, post pics of things that are utterly unobtainable, or so ludicrously stupid or exorbitantly priced, that only the drowning slave-owner would seriously salivate at any realistic prospect of attaining the thing!

Things you cannot own - real gold
arabesques there, on the fly rod.

Yes. We must all don the sack-cloth and ashes, and head off for the place of Hesychia.

Oh, did I mean become like an Hesychi? As in, like Hesychi-el? 

LOL

Damn. Gave something away there. Shame. All the Jews thought this was a Hebrew word and name.

Shame they cannot evidence one single written text in Hebrew from or even anywhere near the time they say that these were all written. Yes and I know that everyone thinks there ever was some written Hebrew texts but there never were, sorry. And you cannot produce any. Never mind 'implied proof and evidence;' they just simply do not exist. Because they never existed.

Anyway, that wasn't my point. My point was the serious one of suggesting to those reading here who have some intent in their mind as to even why they are reading here at all... ...you know, at this silly, frivolous, worthless place; namely, that we all keep some sense of balance and dignity, even if some of you have been imbibing atrocious amounts of Latour or something recently because you saw a pic here of a nice colored red liquid in a big glass.

Go forage for some free, wild-growing flowers to cast into your cup of hot water.

There is a time and place for everything, and now is not the time to waste money or let your appetites run totally unchecked.

That will come later.

People you cannot afford to know - 
because they will steal your Latour
and your seven-fold silk ties.
And you don't want that.

Now is the time to look upon the mighty... ...and their lifestyles. And their wastrel and useless lives.

...And now is the time also, don't forget, that you can look up (this evening) to see the Perseid Meteor Shower. Little tiny grains of 'star sand' travelling at 58 miles a second in our upper atmosphere and lighting up a little bit.

If you are living where the Rich Kids of Dubai live, they couldn't care less, because they have Lena Okjima's 'artificial meteor showers' to look forward to at 'any time;' well, at 'any time' that they pay to see it. And all other circumstances permit it.

One grain of sand.