A love lost poem

A love lost poem - by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017

In the previous part I have constrained my heart, to say what I want without any doubt, but now I must hand the pen to a friend.

I love the poems of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and the following one will beat everyone:

FROM THE GRAVE

When the first sere leaves of the year were falling, 
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled, 
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling, 
A voice I fancied forever stilled. 

To the love of my life - Part 2 - A poem

To the love of my life - Part 2 - by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017

At first it seemed right and my future was bright

But as time went by, I could not rely

On a love that was blind and I unable to find

Peace for my soul to make my life whole.

I was far too shy to give love a try

And she to find a friendship so kind

With a boy who knew less of a loving caress

Than a soul on the run just looking for fun.

To the love of my life - Part 1 - A poem

To the love of my life, whoever she was – by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017.

The muse visited me last night just before bedtime and this poem streamed out of my soul – hope you enjoy it and that it touches a part of your soul:

This is just an ode to a friendship of old
Which went up in smoke when love had no hope
Yet the grief and the pain is all that remain
In a world and a season when friendship had no reason.

Reason and Romanticism

Reason and Romanticism – by P. K. Odendaal – May 2017.

The world is in a flux of changing moods and fortunes, always ready to balance the extremes originating from animate and inanimate things which are imposed upon it. In fact it is very finely balanced. If you take the forces in the Universe vying between contraction and expansion of it, you will find its equilibrium up to almost sixty decimals! It is not much different in other spheres of the Universe or Creation.

Fantasy is not reality … so what!

Fantasy is not reality … so what! – by P.K. Odendaal – February 2017

You see things (which are); and you say 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?' George Bernard Shaw.

Ever since I have been ‘poisoned’ by G.K. Chesterton, I am trying to get to grips with the difference between science and fantasy, and the more I think about it the less I understand it.

God and Science – a lecture

God and Science – a lecture – by P.K. Odendaal – August 2016.

(partially rewritten 27 August 2016)

I have been asked to give a lecture on the topic ‘God and Science’ by someone from the University of the Third Age – also called U3A. Of course I will jump at such an opportunity, as I am also actively involved in the University of All Ages at … you guessed it, my blog.

Typically, with me and my big mouth, I told the person that he is asking me to only speak on one subject, and that is God, and that the words ‘God and Science’ is a repetition of objects or subjects.

The law is an ass

The law is an ass - by P.K. Odendaal - July 2106

We all know this adage, but do we know its ramifications?

One of its most basic corollaries is: people who are agents or protectors of the law are also asses - or in the words of Dogberry (from Shakespeare): But, masters, remember that I am an ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not that I am an ass.

A few notes on discordant notes

A few notes on discordant notes – by P.K. Odendaal – July 2016

It struck me recently that what we say and do are really music that emanates from our bodies, tongues, souls, hearts, minds and spirit. If we think that we communicate only verbally, we make a big mistake. In fact, our communication from our sub-conscious mind and spirit into the meta-physical world is much more profound, simple and truthful than what comes from the subjective half-truths emanating from our mouths.

Liberating ourselves

Liberating ourselves - by P.K. Odendaal - July 2016

 

Abstract from the film Chicken run:

Mrs. Tweedy:         
It's all in your head, Mr Tweedy. Say it.
Mr. Tweedy:          
It's all in me head. It's all in me head.
Mrs. Tweedy:         
You keep telling yourself that, because I don't want to hear another word about it. Is that clear?
Mr. Tweedy:          
Yes, luv. But you know that ginger one...?
Mrs. Tweedy:         
They're chickens, you dolt! Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet! They don't plot, they don't scheme, and they are not organised!

 

What better analogy to use to depict our own bondage, ignorance and hopelessness when we think we are not free. The film as you know is all about these chickens who want freedom and take this one in a million chance that they can escape the chicken pie machine, and in the end they execute their own liberation. I am not quite sure that the writer of the script did not have this deeper meaning of getting out of bondage in mind.

Pain and anger

Pain and anger – by P.K.Odendaal – April 2016

The ideas which I wish to explore today relate to emotions and I wish to explore two aspects of it:

·         Is it possible that the intensity of emotions might follow the curve posited by Malthus in his Malthusian Growth Model?

·         Can one emotion be replaced by another emotion as a surrogate such as when we replace sugar with honey?

These are two weird and totally unconnected ideas, so we must accept that they are valid just becasue they are weird. It is only the obvious ideas which turn out to be fiction.

To explore that we need to know what the Malthusian Growth Model is.