-Are you a God?
- they asked the Buddha.
- No.
- Are you an angel, then?
- No.
- A saint?
- No.
- Then what are you?


"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure of
the universe"-Albert Einstein-

Om Mani Padme Hum

Matthew 25:40

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.

Matthew 7 1-6

1. Judge not, that ye be not judged.
2. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
3. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
4. Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
5. Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
6. Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Different Looks Into The Past

Not the girl or her Mother
I've posted on this subject before. I'm a fan of old movies. I've said it's much the same as having a window into the past. I'm also told I live in the past, I prefer to think of it as being very aware of the past. I annoy one friend because I'm constantly saying I worked there, lived there, so and so lived there, and with him being a person of the present, I get on his nerves I guess. But in many ways it's how I relate to the present by being aware of my past, plus I can't help thinking other people are as interested as I am, which isn't always true I guess.
Also, as I get older, I see people that I knew when they were younger, my parents, relatives, friends and can't help remembering them as they were. This has led me to the awareness that every single old person I see was once a kid.  This is something that all kids should be aware of and few if any are. Every old person they see, their parents, grandparents, and great grandparents anybody 40, 50, 60 years old, or ninety, was, inconceivable as it is, once just like them, young, and vibrant with all the possibilities of youth. Too, they, much as they ignore or don't realize it, given enough time will get old, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, ninety, just like all people.
My aunt just passed away, she was 88, and I looking at her saw her as she was, frail and ancient, but looking deeper also saw her as she once was, when we moved to California in '63 when she was 40. Part of her obituary was a grouping of pictures when she was a kid, then a young woman and one as she was in her 80's.
It was amazing and strange to see how time changes us.
I never knew her when she was a kid, and vaguely remember her as a young woman, she was in her twenties when I was born, 26 or so, so my earliest real memory is when we moved and she was 40 or so. Same with my parents, I like most people always saw my parents as old. I think it's just the nature of age, we're born and our parents are old, to us. As we grow up, they grow older, always seeming old. But as old age arrives speaking from personal experience all of  a sudden they look really old, ancient. My father passed away at 71, but due to illness and age, he looked 80-85, until you looked, really looked, and saw the young man trapped inside. My mother is still here, at 84, and I see the frail 84 year old, but at the same time see her as she was my whole life, in addition I see pictures and see her as she was before I was born, as a teenager, as a child. This is an awareness and one way of looking into history.  Being aware of the past is important. But it only became important as I became old myself, don't ask me why. In my earlier years I ignored or was annoyed by old people too, now I wish I'd cared more and picked their brains. At the time I didn't realize what they knew or how important it really was.
As I said earlier, I see old movies as a window to the past. Whether from the 80's or nineties, or the 20's, 30's or whenever, it's true. The older they are the more it's true, you see things as they were and as they probably aren't anymore. Streets, buildings, stores, cars, people, how people dressed, it goes on and on.
How many people of today in their teens or twenties do you think know that through the 50's and into the 60's men actually put on suits just to go visit family on Sunday, or that women wore dresses and hats and gloves when they went out to lunch, or just to go shopping?  Not many I'll bet, it's true. True not of my parents or people their age, but I remember when older relatives came to visit, all dressed up. But even my father would change his shirt and pants and put on dress shoes when going out.
Not the Mother or Daughter
How would these people people from previous generations react to how "modern" men in their 40's, 50's and 60's are now going everywhere in long shorts or baggy pants, some with the crotch at their knees like a 10 or 15 year old, (who shouldn't dress this way either), and sneakers, wearing a t-shirt and baseball cap turned backward or to the side? Or "modern" women, also in their 40's, 50's or 60's dressing like a teen, or speaking bluntly a whore, thinking it makes them look young and pretty? It doesn't. Others wear shorts, tube tops, belly shirts, sometimes so tight you wonder how. If they were 18 and 100 lbs they'd look great, but unfortunately they aren't. So our attitudes change, or do they? Hats for men I relate to the TV show Leave It To Beaver, in the show Beaver always wore a baseball hat, in the generations since, the baseball hat became the hat of choice. His parents were the previous generation, my parents generation, and dressed like adults, not like ignorant children, as many of my generation do and subsequent generations who dress even worse, if that's possible.
While on the subject, whats the deal with later generations and tattoos?  Lately you can't see a girl or guy under 50 or so who's body doesn't look like the painted whatever in a freak show in a cheap circus. I saw a girl, well a "girl" that was 30-40 years old, yesterday in line ahead of me with her teenage daughter, at the supermarket. The daughter probably 16-17-18 was wearing the bottom of a white thong bikini and a white t-shirt over it. Not bad looking, and a nice ass, the bikini bottom was pulled right up, exposing her... well take a guess, when she bent over to get the beer off the bottom of the cart. I was right behind them getting a great view, right under her shirt all the way to her neck. She was bare naked under the t-shirt, small cone shaped tits hanging down, small brown nipples looked half an inch long, as she bent over. When she was standing next to the cart you could see the dimples where her nipples pressed into the shirt. She looked back at me, looking at her, probably thought "old perv," then squatted down, pulling the last 24-pack out, and stood up putting it on the counter. She had tattoos on her arm and one leg up to the knee, but it was her mother, I assume her mother that I couldn't look away from. She was a blond, fatish, not fat, huge boobs with long nipples, fish belly white, clearly wearing no bra, under a much too tight white tank top and red shorts that exposed everything, with flip flops. In other words just normal dress for a middle aged woman in this day and age, (I'm being sarcastic, if you failed to recognize it). She had extensive tattoos on both arms up over her shoulders, and visible on her back, and on her belly through the semi transparent shirt and on both legs starting on her ankles going up, under her shorts, to I can only imagine where. Frankly, it was disgusting, but I couldn't look away, her breasts hung down the long nipples visible sticking out against her tank top, it was cold in the store. The thin knit fabric of her shorts pulled deep into her pussy, her ass cheeks half exposed, she might as well have been naked. I tried to look away but couldn't, every guy young and old in the store stared at her.  Guys are no better pertaining to the tattoos, but for some reason I find the tattooing itself less objectionable on men than on women. 
I remember reading somewhere, maybe Cayce, that Atantians were being reborn and they would indulge in body art as it was part of their culture in their previous lives. Interesting, and would account for the huge upsurge in tattoo's on men and women. Interesting if true.
I've been watching old movies for most of my life, since my teens anyway. I have a friend who basically thinks I'm an idiot, which would be the opinion of most people, when I go off on how they're like looking through a window in time. Most people are concerned with today and tomorrow. Few accurately remember, or care about what happened yesterday, or a year ago, or ten. Personally I'm cursed with a memory that goes back to a few years after birth. I don't remember a lot, but I do remember. The movies, and TV to a lesser degree, open the window wide. My friend and others I'm sure are tied to the drama, the fact that these are fiction, or at best fictionalized, stories, nothing more. Just entertainment. 
But forget the story, in this instance, it, whatever it is, isn't important or relevant. Look behind the story, look at how they act, how they dress, how they talk, the cars, horses, carriages, accessories, canes, dwellings, stores, streets, houses, apartments, furniture, decorations, landscaping, facial hair or lack of it, motorcycles, bicycles, dogs, cats, wild animals, well you get the idea.
You like many may think why do I care about old fashioned crap? Well the truth is first you get to see everything in context, two yes movies are fiction and all, but like today they had to be believable, all of what went on had to be consistent with what really happened, wearing a hat, driving a car, names of stores, etc. So if you look under the fiction, you get a good idea of what life was like in the teens, twenties, thirties, and on.
So you see there are different ways to see the past, what we remember accurately or not, and by watching the past on film or tape.

Lee Murray

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