Posted by
t.m. vecchio on Friday, December 26, 2008 12:00:49 AM
Whilst I compose this blog entry somewhat carefully and tiredly, there still exists a little time before the end of still yet another Christmas Day. I arose, drank some hot tea, opened a gift, took a shower, drove to church, stopped at a drug store on the way home (because it was open and I am still suffering the ill-effects of a most unwelcomed cold), opened more gifts when the entire family came over whilst consuming appetizers, then ate dinner, played some games (including something having to do with Seinfeld which included a disc and the use of my blu-ray system) and then, once everyone left, started easily falling asleep positioned comfortably on the sofa.
A full, rich day, indeed. But I truly do remain vox clamantis in deserto (but that's only because I am a voice of one crying out in the wilderness). Oh, I cry, lament and scream, of course, but no one hears me and, if someone does, he or she simply does not care. Does this mean I have no voice? After all, if no one hears it, just what good is having (and using) one? Regardless, I do have my observations, perspective and refractions. And woe to the person who attempts to take them away from me, now but especially in the future.
Nemo liber est qui corpori servit. Well, no one is free who is a slave to his own body. But aren't we all slaves to our bodies? In some way, yes, of course; in other ways we certainly should not be but many of us are. And that's a real problem. Parva leves capiunt animas. Well, small things surely do seem to capture small (light) minds. How many people care or are somehow engaged in things that are truly small, petty, peripheral and ephemeral? I don't know the number but the percentage is probably quite high, like far above, oh, seventy-five percent. Pessimum genus inimicorum laudantes. Well, flatterers are the worst kind of enemies. It's just a shame and too darn bad that such a view is not more self-evident. Radix omnium malorum est cupiditas. Although no doubt Gordon Gekko would not agree, greed is the root of all evils, so it really is not good, because something cannot be the root of all evils and good at the same time. I think this has to do with something about the principle of non-contradiction (or contradiction).
Veritas vos liberabit. Well, the truth will set me free. I don't know what it will do for you. It isn't likely to do anything for those who either don't believe in it or only accept it as purely relative. Relative to what? Beneficium accipere libertatem est vendere. Well, to accept a favor is to sell one's freedom, or at least a little bit or piece of it. So it's probably prudent to be very careful when it comes to accepting favors ... and from whom. Fortes fortuna iuvat. Well, fortune does favor the bold and helps the brave. What it does for the timid and cowardly should be self-evident. Adversus solem ne loquitur. Well, it likely is not wise to speak against the sun (or even get too close to it). But people do speak against it all the time without even realizing it. Oh, they know not what they do. But, then again, the ignorant never do. Aut viam inveniam aut faciam. That's a nice statement-like motto I'd like to adopt. Yes, I will either find a way or make one. Knowing my luck, I'll have to find a way by making one. But I wouldn't have it any other way, only because it seems slightly more than obvious by now that there is no other way. And that is the way. And it is good enough way for me.
Christmas Day is nearly over here in the Eastern Time Zone. So I can and should conclude simply and sweetly by crying out in a pleasant and quite reassuring voice: Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel, Froehe Weinachten, Feliz Navidad and Hilarem Festum!!!