Fundamentalism like cancer

I just noticed that after I wrote my opinion on the Palin-mutation and how her views are a threat to American freedom and liberty, the Sun Journal says another religious fundamentalist group is being compared to cancer:

Israel’s point man in indirect, Egyptian-mediated talks with Hamas said Wednesday the Islamic militant group is more powerful than the Western-backed Palestinian government and is “like cancer.”

Coincidence?

Acquainted With the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Beautiful. Frost, a native of San Francisco and a man who endured great hardship and disaster in his life, was a magician as much a master wordsmith.

This poem underscores common issues of security as it relates to identity — authorization, authentication, and even accounting.

On Happiness

Some views seem to contradict…

by Robert Frost

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length

by Amrose Bierce

Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.

by Mark Twain

The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.

by Nathanial Hawthorne

Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

by A.A. Milne

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.

by James Oppenheim (no relation)

The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.

Oppenheim’s quote highlights a dichotomy, rather than a solution to happiness. Some might believe in a nomadic lifestyle to find their fortunes in areas of abundance while minimizing risks of drought and hardship, whereas others believe in tilling the soil and building security around the land where they plant roots. The two are opposed in many ways, but I am not sure one will ever provide a perfect solution to risk.

In the Garden VI: A Peach

by Edward Dowden

If any sense in mortal dust remains
When mine has been refin’d from flower to flower,
Won from the sun all colours, drunk the shower
And delicate winy dews, and gain’d the gains
Which elves who sleep in airy bells, a-swing
Through half a summer day, for love bestow,
Then in some warm old garden let me grow
To such a perfect, lush, ambrosian thing
As this. Upon a southward-facing wall
I bask, and feel my juices dimly fed
And mellowing, while my bloom comes golden grey:
Keep the wasps from me! But before I fall
Pluck me, white fingers, and o’er two ripe-red
Girl lips O let me richly swoon away!