Pandora has another answer for the Sphinx (a repost feat. art by emilieleger)

the fifth power of the Sphinx

(or, a creature, with feathers: that chooses to remain)

 

.'.Joy.'.
 

...see a life left a chance yet a present perfect as surrender to new
 

.'.Love.'.
 

always already the only foundation upon which will the Great
 

.'.Work.'.
 

be as good & as easy as is energie infinite & as Beauty is True
 

.'.Will.'.
 

birthright Divine of innocence Human: even in sorrow, to know we can see...

this repost dedicated to Zataaz

The Aftermath Of Perfidy (Or, One May Smile) | a goodriddance by a Faust

One May Smile & Smile, 

(Or, Let This Villainous Remind)

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Like to a dream half remembered, so different the context upon waking

That there is nothing common left upon which meaningful to stake

So am I tempted -- but resist -- to ascribe the past to faking

As you, my former friend could not so well such goodness fake.

Even as a smile flashed in passing is meant but only to keep the peace

So my heart in me bears nothing for my fellow man anon

& though perhaps it would repent me more were such civility to cease

Nonetheless I find myself inclined of late the more to spurn than fawn.

With perfidy such as yours, my former heart, time will its own excruciating take

Howsoe'er long it takes would feel too soon, right now, a when –

Surely you would know if I were poisoned there had to have been some mistake 

But no, with purpose I'm envenomed.  Well then –  to its work again.

A half a half a century, you've made certain, of so called best of friends

Amounts to exactly nothing, when – this – is how you force an end.

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Just trying to keep the art recognizable as art (mostly) here (Let's Do And Say We Did), and the hacking and tinkering and recipes and such (mostly) there (Faust's study) – with of course the politics (mostly) at over there (ah, mephistophelis.).

Thank you and – please feel free to stay here as long as you would like.

Be seeing you.

Unproven Fish Pudding, Or, Get Off Yo' Ass & Teach

unproven fish pudding

Or, Wherein The Modern Angler Is Convinced To Drop Everything Else And Teach A.S.A.P.

a poem by a faust

critical thought

its in short supply

will people used to the spoon

still be able to try

feeding themselves by themselves

or instead starve and die

or instead starve and die

PROGRESS OR PRACTICE? | THE IMPORTUNATE PHILOSORAPTOR

Soon agriculture, transportation, medicine, chemistry, architecture, mining, husbandry, journalism, security, journalism, surveillance, library science,law, food service, customer service, therapy, education, and almost all levels of almost all industries, including information technology and of course, robotics, will be overhauled, streamlined, optimized – downsized – by means of the nearly-indistinguishable-from-magical advances, discoveries, and inventions that will have been made, overwhelmingly quickly, in the fields of technology, robotics, miniaturization, and artificial intelligence.

And that is only as comprehensive a list as I could make with little effort.  I have no doubt there are a host of articles, presentations, books, videos.  But what I want to know is (and please correct me, Gentle Reader, if my hypothesis is, to your mind, anywhere unsound):

It appears a given that most humans will be out of a job, and ill qualified for any of the few jobs that remain. I think it is high time we started to consider the implications. While we can still do something about it. While we still know how to do something.

Anything.

Be seeing you.

Every Step You Take, Every Call You Make A Poetic Entreaty @Sonic.net, A Most Awesome ISP

EVERY STEP YOU TAKE, EVERY CALL YOU MAKE

(Or, An Hopeful Cautionary Tale Is Presented That It May Serve To Illustrate By Analogy This Most Sincere Yet Humble Entreat)

No ride; you have to walk. The bars are closed, your footsteps, loud.

Risk glances at all the disrepair out of the corners of your eyes:

As you walk purposeful on purpose, as you make yourself slow down,

As you choose to disabuse of fear you doubt the usefulness of lies.

Who's there? a noise from just ahead – to dark to make it out

You hear it hear you hear it, hear it get – too close – too fast

The unlikely someone who would get involved would never hear you shout

You'd easy end up robbed, or worse; this night could be your last.

Just then a sudden blinding everywhere of headlights strong and bright

A honk or two, & calling you by name, a friend, a ride –

An opened door – you're in – it's locked – a miracle of flight –

Safe and sound and homeward bound, protected and inside.

O Sonic! Champion of the Good, Who Dost Make Defense Of Privacy Your Purpose!

Forgive my heavy-handedness, &, please offer cell phone service!

sincerely submitted to Dane Jasper of Sonic.net by a female faust