"Things I Sometimes Wonder About at Odd Moments of The Day or Night"
* Whatever happened to Sweet Baby Jane? As well as why, how, where
and under what conditions? Metaphor refers to innocence, I believe.
-gb 🙂
Edit: Note of explanation to my several sunshine friends and dark
side detractors regarding this obvious personal RHP GF participation
policy revision... decided to permit occasional non-confrontational,
vanilla threads for the general benefit of others while refraining from
reply and viewpoint posts. Bowmann reluctantly gave his permission.
* And, yes, also where did all the flowers go?
* I wonder a lot about eternity too... ponder eternity past and eternity future and
the fleeting vapor trail of (the parenthesis of) human history in between.
* Why a nice place like the RHp GF becomes an intermittent magnet
for whatever is rude, lewd and crude. Think I know the reason why.
So what sorts of things do you wonder about, now and then, in the ruins and
treasures of your secret heart? No need to be bashful. You're among friends.
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-gb 🙂
* Often wonder why and how those born of humble origin, hurtful surroundings and unbelievable deprivations often overcome these
circumstances to matter greatly in their lifetimes and contribute in permanent and noble ways... as contrasted with that vast dust bin
of history full of losers with silver spoons in their mouths at the point of priviliged birth. To generalize, how is it possible that so much
good has come out of the stark realities of adversity and persecution and poverty since time immemorial? -gb 🙂