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[johnslat]

Dear Deicide,

Hmm, how about a user-name change: Gloom and Doom? Good heavens, man - please TRY to lighten up a little.

Regards,
John

[Deicide]

[Deicide]

[johnslat]

Dear Deicide,

Be Satan-like (after all, he wanted to "kill God," too):

"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven."


Regards,
John

[Deicide]

[johnslat]

Dear Deicide,

Do you know why, for alcoholics, the "geographic cure" never works? It's because wherever you go, you take yourself along.

Do you see why getting what you want is highly unlikely to change your outlook?

Regards,
John

[Deicide]

[helenl]

perhaps you should go back to York again? Although, "you can't go home again" - no, I have no idea where the quotation comes from and I will continue to feel bereft in that regard and will no doubt feel belittled when someone tells me the source

[johnslat]

Dear heleni,
Cast off your bereftness, but please don't feel belittled - from Thomas Wolfe's novel of that title:

"He saw now that you can't go home again--not ever. There was no road back. Ended for him, with the sharp and clean finality of the closing of a door, was the time of his dark roots, like those of a pot-bound plant, could not be left to feed upon their own substance and nourish their own little self-absorbed designs. Henceforth, they must be spread outward--away from the hidden, secret, and unfathomed past that holds man's spirit prisoner--outward, outward toward the rich and life-giving soil of a new freedom in the wide world of all humanity. And there came to him a vision of man's true home, beyond the ominous and cloud-engulfed horizon of the here and now, in the green and hopeful and still-virgin meadows of the future."

again

"And at the end of it ( his self-appraisal) he knew, and with the knowledge came the definite sense of new direction toward which he had long been groping, that the dark ancestral cae, the womb from which mankind emerged into the light, forever pulls one back--but that you can't go home again.

The phrase had many implications for him. You can't go back to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of "the artist" and the ideal."

A much under-appreciated author these days, unfortunately.


Dear Deicide,

Well, what was once can be so again. It's the nature of human life to be a
series of ups and downs. Just don't think the ups last forever - they don't. But then, neither do the downs. It's a roller-coaster. Sit back and try to enjoy the ride, which is usually both frightening and exhilarating - occasionally both at the same time.

Regards,
John