NAPKIN WORDS #97 2011 - Dedicated to my Brother-In-Law Mike Prevor
1. LIFE
It offers to each of us many different kinds of
wisdoms.
To find these wisdoms, we must learn how to
ask the correct questions.
First is the debris of foolish questions, followed
by that stairway of learning raised from the
wisdom of our more important questions.
As long as we don’t get disappointed by the
debris of our early times, we each have the ability
to build those mighty stairways which others can
climb, so they in their turn, can build them higher!
2. RELISH IT WHILE YOU CAN
The beauty of a clear blue sky is to understand
that a dark gray cloud is most likely drawing near.
It allows you to understand that nothing is
permanent, even the beauty of that clear blue
sky!
3. HAVE IT
Integrity is one of the surest innovations to the laws
of life.
Something good always occurs should you have it!
4. I HAVE FOUND THREE GREAT REASONS TO LIVE
First was birth.
Second was time.
Third was love.
I had little or nothing to do with the first two
reasons mentioned. One just happened, the other
was just there.
It was while learning all aspects of the third reason
that I at last understood just how great these three
are in my life!
5. IN THE OPINION OF HISTORY
The important thing to understand, is that though
you are important, you are not THAT important.
Fail this understanding, you fail yourself. Worse,
you fail those who might have considered you wise!
6. ALWAYS BE MORE
To be less, is the only crime against yourself.
Don’t be that victim.
Climb or crawl, do whatever you must do, to be
more of yourself, to be wiser, to insure that you
never commit that crime against yourself!
WINTER NOISE
Winds of winter whistled, howled loudly upon late fall morning. Imagine, for quite a while sunshine hid behind cold, churning clouds and as a poet, I
pondered various reasons why.
Rising dawn shivered, approached its apex, curtsied smoothly, then swiftly descended as early evening arrived. I appeared upon the nighttime horizon after hours of labor. My slow trudge home was numbingly cold, which drove me on.
At last, my destination halted my now weary steps. There, with creaks of age, a fair dose of want, a tiny elevator rose to that floor holding my warm and comforting nest. On its arrival, it added its usual series of bumps and exertions as metal argued with metal, and then came to a harsh, sudden stop. Doors of adventure share everything, so shouts of bothered metal joined in announcing to my nearby neighbors the glad tidings, yet another ancient had returned.
As is my nature, I listened to the genius of Bach, read two daily newspapers in hope that with a great deal of study, I might learn of truths instead of angers of left or right.
I poured a warming shot of potent brandy, then dwelt in pleasures among intriguing words writ by Umberto Eco. Hours later, I silently, yet with hope, crept to bed.
The next morning, I awoke hearing those high-pitched howls winter yells when she is anointed the arriving champion.
Saying a prayer, I exited home. I walked amid snow droppings sliding from time worn trees, New York branches now deeply bent like most of us. Upon my early dawn departure, darkness cried its fears, and when I returned, every limb was frozen solid; ice had forgotten a kind softness of life.
Still, it is with great pleasure that I recall being filled with a smile that same evening as I walked towards that small, antique elevator, for hearing its great groans would be a time of rejoicing. Winters warriors could not cross this life moat of my being. I would survive their frost until whispers of spring.
by Edward Hunter