A. B. Clarke

Branding Matters

by abclarke

Given his fearsome rooster-like war cry that matched his costume’s red mohawk, and his super magical strength as a Germanic demon, the fact that his archenemy Spiderman always tittered when he attacked confused and confounded the Cockgoblin.

Let Chaos Reign

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Who is more powerful, the lion or the bee?
Who is more important, the lion or the bee?
Without the lion, we will have chaos.
Without the bee, we will have annihilation.
If slaughtering the lion can save the bees,
Let chaos reign.

Tom, Dick, & Harry

by abclarke

Tom was respected because he cared for people, and he was loved because he cared for people.

Dick was respected because he told people the truth, and he was hated because he told people the truth.

Harry was respected because, while he was no Tom, he wasn’t a Dick.

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– A. B. Clarke

But Not Too Much

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Work, but not too much.
Rest, but not too much.
Dance, laugh, revel and party,
Cry, howl, grieve and be somber,
But not too much.

Dote on your child, boast and be proud.
Admonish and discipline to teach.
Show them the beauty and joy in the world.
Point out the horrors, the evils, the dark.
But not too much.

And love.
Love until your heart explodes,
Until your body collapses,
Until the earth claws you back into her body.
Love until every part of you forgets what is to not love.
Love until exhaustion.
Love past exhaustion.
Love until the limit,
And you will find no limit.

Math & The Universe

by abclarke

We continually create narratives, of varying degrees of fantasy, to make order of a world that overwhelms and confuses us, “mathematics” being perhaps the most fantastical narrative of them all.

Math is a story that presumes the universe, far larger than our humble brains can comprehend, was created through a small series of beautifully precise rules.

I don’t know what is more fascinating – the thought of the hubris and insecurity that drives us to imagine that fantasy could be true, or the hope and thought that perhaps it is.

Worst Deal Ever

by abclarke

Spare a thought for the Devil, who must spend eternity enduring Faust’s constant diatribe of bitterness, resentment, and self-pity.

Travels through a fog filled valley

by abclarke

One view:

What if we’re all suffering?

Some are astutely aware of it. Others stumble drunkenly through their lives, dully sensing the pain in moments when the anesthesia wears off and we have not found our next fix.

What if suffering is the human condition?


Another view:

What if suffering is the price of the human condition — what we pay for our tenure in our lives?

What does the price buy?

It buys beauty, love, joy. It buys caresses, children falling asleep on our laps, unexpected presents from nervous suitors. It buys awe, sunrises, fog lying low, and more.

What if suffering is the currency we must pay to buy all that?

If so, it’s the deal of the century, even if prices have gone up.

“Young bodies” vs. “Old loves”

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Old loves are like young bodies:

They are strong — each day, lifting their burdens, they grow more substantial, tougher, and more capable.

They are flexible — they can stretch and bend to extremes as needed to make it through the world.

They are radiant — they need no makeup, no coverings, no tricks of light for others to see their beauty.

They are resilient — they can withstand much pain yet wake up the next morning yelling, “Yes! Again! Again!”

They are mortal — they believe they can live forever, but can be wiped out in an instant if care is not taken.

(I took the above photo on Vigeland’s bridge)

Man in a Ring

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(I took this photo on Vigeland’s bridge)

My wife looked at the statue and said it reminded her of me.

“How,” I asked? “In his noble strength against his constraints? In his righteous fury in response to his captivity? In his perfect form against a perfect prison that can redistribute his force as he pushes, yet still he fights on?”

“No,” she said. “In that if he relaxed his grip, and stepped forward, he’d be free.”