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Definition :

Misanthropic / adj. A general hatred or contempt for fellow human beings,
of other people in general. Opposite of philanthropist.

example :
Jimmy Carter : philanthropist
Heather : misanthropist

Example of 'misanthrope' in conversation :
Heather : " This movie just shows how stupid people are. I hate people ."
Jay : " My, aren't we the misanthrope ?"
Heather : " What did you call me, you idiot !? Tell me you stupid son of a bitch !
What kind of stupid f**ked up word is that, dumbass? I hate you ! "

(An excerpt from The Werbinox Chronicles)

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Jun 21, 2005
      ( 9:45 PM ) sisoflexx
Ahh, how I wish I could just write about the "beach", and the great time off we had. By Thursday night ( the 16 th ) I was taking Jay to the emergency room for a "burning sensation " in his chest. Not acid reflux, the doctor tells us, but a mild heart attack. He even suffered one in the gazebo on the beach he so lovingly wrote about. And Jay can't just do it small time, he has to have 3 arteries 100% blocked !( And 3 others over 50% )- Smokes cigars occassionally, drinks a 6-pack of beer every two weeks, slightly overweight, and 38 years of age. It just so happens it was one of those flukes of genetics ( jean-netics, hah! ). Anyway, we're a day after a quadruple by-pass surgery, and he's doing great, he's the star patient, recovering in leaps and bounds. I wish I could write an in-depth reporting, but I'd put something like that off, and knowing me, it wouldn't get done at all. I'll try to give a broader picture later, but I'll just post now that I'm so happy he made it thru the operation, and he's making a speedy recovery and on his way home.

I love you, Jay xoxoxo
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Jun 15, 2005
      ( 9:58 PM ) sisoflexx
I must say I'm ashamed...
...that I've lapsed so dreadfully in following up on this blog. Nevermind following up, I should just say , " Doing the damn thing at all !"

Anyway, I sent a great last week and half with Mummy and bruvver (and Jen and charming niece, Evvie, Diana and Val, etc. ), spent a great 3 days on the beach with hubby and mummy-in-law, and I will write and post pictures. ( This isn't to promise my 2 readers, it's a note to myself.
Anyway, let me recuperate for 2 months and I'll get back to you.) I'm just keeeding !!!
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Jun 14, 2005
      ( 4:12 PM ) sisoflexx
NOTES FROM JEKYLL ISLAND PT. 1



"And so castle's made of sand
fall in the Sea, eventually."

- Jimi Hendrix

From the hotel you wouldnt even know the Ocean was present, let alone just a few hundred feet away. This was because of an ancient sand dune that separated the two like a barrier. This dune is so old that at first you do not even know it is there for all the rich entangled foliage that covers it. From out the back of our room's patio door (#121) you could see it rise up as a jungle full of twisted live oaks straight out of a wood cut or pencil sketch of some enchanted world full of strange beasts and magical beings. A path had been hacked through to the beach beyond, and a boardwalk built so that your feet need not ever touch the hazardous earth beneath it. The contorted branches of the oaks enveloped the boardwalk so tightly that it created the impression of being in a cave. Within this dune wilderness you can just hear the crashing waves in some incalculable distance, but you cannot feel the breeze, for the air hangs heavy and still. In no time at all you emerge from a keyhole opening and BOOM! - there's the Atlantic, blinding sun, roaring wind, and a sparsely populated clean white beach. We have Heaven.

The Ocean itself was teeming with life, and we never ran out of oddities with which to freak each other out. The shells you picked often had the gross creatures wriggling within them. Sand dollars were abundant, but only one reported jellyfish; dolphins were spotted at one point, at which time we pulled some strange black object out of the surf, which looked like an old rusty army helmet, and turned out to be a large dead Horseshoe Crab. What a wild looking thing it was, a kind of submersible weapon of war with scary legs and gelatinous gooey sacks hanging underneath it. When Jeannette carried it back into the water it looked as if she was carrying a Darth Vader helmet and gas mask...O, and this beach was also a state protected breeding ground for sea turtles, which I myself unfortunately did not get to see.

Back in the dune jungle there were many side paths leading away from the main boardwalk, and one of them lead to a raised wooden gazebo. It had a perched tree house effect, and rose just high enough within the canopy to afford a sight of the beach below. The wind was blocked, and it was secluded, so this became my smoking lounge. I sat in delicious solitude, smoked my cigars, and contemplated ancient thinkers, law givers, and code makers and breakers....and individuals like Epicurus.....forever sitting and thinking in their gardens.

* * * *

I glimpsed eternity, ____ and then it moved on.

Sun has risen above the ocean horizon
only just -
blocked by a cloud / lightburst
cast shades of intricate color
upon metamorphic dancing clouds

above the wisps of pink & grey
scraping the atmospheric ceiling
snow white & gleaming
skyscrapers & glass temples & robed corporate judges
frontier megalopolis on the edge

birth of a new day and every day
chorus of joyous voices
gothic & spiritual & ever growing
beyond - the aqua marine galactic wilderness

the Sun, the color & the clouds
intricately poised in fluctuation
ecstasy in color
eternity! - and then it was gone

enter the harsher light of another day
with its own message

* * * * *

Eternity can be glimpsed in a transitional moment
for transition is its very nature

Metamorphosis is our renewed chance to experience once again (and again)
the heady & creative surges inherent to the birth of every new trend

Each transformation is a new dawn / a retuning of the orchestra and first movement

* * * *

"All that dies, dies for a reason / to put its strength into the season"

-Jon Anderson

Eternal life is an unnatural concept
therefore it must theoretically be predicated upon unnatural conditions.

We do not live forever for the same reason our biology and energy does not continually grow
and our skills & talents do not endlessly improve and extend themselves.

The limit of one is the limit of the other

Nothing stands still
a peak is reached, and if it does not transcend itself
it begins to wane.

An eternal life could not reach such a peak;
though it would be composed of an endless series of peaks and valleys
its general trend would have to be towards endless growth.

The power of one youth would have to give way to an even greater power.
Biology would, in a sense, have to grow younger even as it grew older.

This is not our actual experience of life, which emphasizes the nature of eventual decline & death
to be central to the natural order.

We must look to metamorphosis and its promise, which we have little to no control over.

Simple preservation & life extension is not enough to achieve eternal life in a single, or even multiple biological form.

Everything must expand - organic processes, energy level, knowledge, skills, consciousness, spirituality, etc.
A man who simply transfers his consciousness into a series of bodies would eventually choose death
if he did not have a corresponding extension of the underlying motivations for life itself -
growth / appropriation and assimilation / a vitalistic expansion of power.

An infinite being must necessarily become a god.

For god himself to be God, He Himself must keep growing, evolving, expanding His domain.

Werbinox
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