tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757907975744705991.post5850791914682285920..comments2023-12-15T09:27:34.663+01:00Comments on Billy's Lines Of Gibberish: Sometimes One Must Jump InUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757907975744705991.post-86982857071892337822008-08-16T03:18:00.000+02:002008-08-16T03:18:00.000+02:00“Sometimes” was and is the word… as there are some...“Sometimes” was and is the word… as there are some right times for all one can/want/should be, as you stated …<BR/><BR/>Knowing that, I just had the intrepidity of cautiously taking your “sometimes” for a jump into a crowded recollection of some “sometimes” of my own…observing the Sometimes facets and playing with it, in an interactive, yet, hermitical kind of way.<BR/>MerciAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757907975744705991.post-70033248942868185292008-08-16T01:10:00.000+02:002008-08-16T01:10:00.000+02:00'Sometimes' is the word, Mrs Anonymous. Sometimes....'Sometimes' is the word, Mrs Anonymous. Sometimes... one can be intrepid, or cautious, a player or an observer, an ermit, or part of the crowd.<BR/><BR/>I quoted Heraclitus lately, elsewhere: "It is in changing that we find purpose". I would rather follow him than Epicurus who aimed at pleasure by staying away of any risk of pain.Billyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10947186731176387775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4757907975744705991.post-28183189087171513302008-08-15T02:10:00.000+02:002008-08-15T02:10:00.000+02:00sometimes one must jump out ...of the floating dow...sometimes one must jump out ...<BR/>of the floating downstream <BR/>or<BR/>the struggling upstream ...<BR/>because when one stands<BR/>in the river too much, <BR/>not feeling the rocks below, <BR/>the riversides <BR/>and the sky-above<BR/>anymore<BR/>then one is sinking too much... <BR/><BR/>when you do that...<BR/>you might reconsider the river...<BR/>its sides and insights...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com