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 On July 5, 2002 I found ,"Pondering", a gentle admonition written by A.R. Orage:

"A man should spend half, or at least a third, of his life in pondering."


I liked that...

 Mission Statement

This site is a collection of thoughts, observations, opinions and insights, alternatively entitled, “MOASM – Musings of a Scattershot Mind, or, Life Considered as a Placebo”. If there were such a thing as an organizing principle at work here it would be as follows:

Having established a working theory as to the mechanics of thought (see Mentons) this site turns its attention to the question of how thought makes itself manifest. A special area of interest is self-conciousness or, the awareness of the existence of self, and how that came to be. In other words, the epistemology of consciousness.

Along the way, mind being constructed as it is, many opportunities for side-trips and diversions of speculation will present themselves. My intention is to take advantage of these, their relevance to the search notwithstanding.                                                                           

                                                                           - - - - - - - - Mark Allen Pelkey    


 TO VICTOR ON HIS BIRTHDAY

Oh happy Summer, 1951! Oh happy days, June 26 and August 28! These two dates were to wait 16 years to become forever conjoined in the Spring of 1968. Since that time you and I have shared a seeming infinity of elevating thoughts and compassionate words. To suggest that absent that conjoining neither of us could have grown to become the men that we are today is not to overstate the case. I would suggest further that an effect of our extraordinary relationship has been the enrichment of many lives we have singly and jointly touched. This then is surely a paean to your birthday, but also an exultation in the lives we have crafted together as more than friends. After 40+ years so much of what we have meant to and for each other simply defies the stricture of language. Thus it seems to me that mundane phrases and honoraria cannot do justice to depth of my reflections upon the subject of our relationship. So, I will employ the power of myth.

I have noted before that the construct "God" isn't necessary for the universe to exist. It is however useful, now and again, as a mechanism for expressing the elusively ineffable. And "blessings" are those pockets of grace that we humans create as we meld our compassion into transcendent enfolding of one another. Thus I will make so bold as to intone, with no hint of irony  -   "God Bless This Day, August 28th, the day of birth of a most estimable man and my dearest friend!"


I love you Victor --------- Mark