Marvin Gaye at his best; extended Tamla “Soul Purrfection” “45” version
“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
— Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation
“Language is simply alive, like an organism. We all tell each other this, in fact, when we speak of living languages, and I think we mean something more than an abstract metaphor. We mean alive. Words are the cells of language, moving the great body, on legs. Language grows and evolves, leaving fossils behind. The individual words are like different species of animals. Mutations occur. Words fuse, and then mate. Hybrid words and wild varieties or compound words are the progeny. Some mixed words are dominated by one parent while the other is recessive. The way a word is used this year is its phenotype, but it has deeply immutable meanings, often hidden, which is its genotype…. The separate languages of the Indo-European family were at one time, perhaps five thousand years ago, maybe much longer, a single language. The separation of the speakers by migrations had effects on language comparable to the speciation observed by Darwin on various islands of the Galapagos. Languages became different species, retaining enough resemblance to an original ancestor so that the family resemblance can still be seen. ”
— Lewis Thomas in “Living Language,” The Lives of a Cell: Notes of a Biology Watcher, Viking (1974)
Fire season is back in the Southwest. Between the wildfires and prescribed burns going on this Solstice — Happy Solstice! — there is a lot of smoke in the air. We’re presently getting it from the fires East of Phoenix.
On my way home from dog training with Bonnie yesterday, we had to stop and look for geocaches and in places where photos were possible 😉
The inimitable Marvin Gaye, ideal foil to Berry Gordon
Good ‘ol Tamla.
YT suggested this “Soul Purrfection Version” and it is good…
Yello’s version, running in my head this evening.
Leave it to the skyscapes to get me motivated to post again. We’ve had some great early storm clouds this year, bringing agua (es la vida!) del cielo, crepuscular rays, and my favorite kind of light, stormlight.
We’ve had an unusually cool and moist Spring here; it feels almost like Autumn some days — yesterday 20/5 and today with highs in the 60s, a good 15-20 dF below normal. It’s great! If the Earth wants to make New Mexico more like Morelos, I shan’t complain, haha…
…with the possible exception of the active volcanoes.