There’ll be Peace in the Valley for Me (ferme), Someday
What do we want? Peace
When do we want it? Someday
Where do we want it? In the valley
What a great song reflecting as it does, dudas yearning for peace. Mercy! That particular song plucks at the heart strings of the Crumby Ovate. Yes. It is a song that juxtaposes the yearning many have for peace and the probable reality, no peace or scant peace.
Peace in the Valley also poses a Druid Dichotomy. Which would you rather be, at peace, or alive? Disciples of the Baby Demon Mammon do everything they can to make sure there is no peace on this plane of this tiny planet many call Earth. That’s right. No peace and no rest. Those Mammonites not only preach no peace on Earth, they practice no peace on Earth too. No peace. No peace. No peace. No peace.
However, those same Mammonites do offer salvation. You want peace do you? You shall get plenty of peace when you’re dead. Buh-huh-huh!
Mercy! Should the Druid dichotomy, Which would you rather be, at peace, or alive?, stagnate for eternity without resolution as the Mammonites frolic and tiny Earth groans under the long Mammonite hegemony. Course not. Course it shouldn’t.
Therefore, the Druids seek to promote peace everywhere. Like if a Druid has a dog and a cat, it is the responsibility of that Druid to make sure those pets don’t fight. Also consider restrooms. Druids believe every duda should have a peaceful and quiet spot to go to the restroom. Yes. A peaceful quiet spot where that duda can have plenty of peace and quiet and won’t disturb any of the other dudas in the area. Perhaps that is why Druids prefer a sound proof restroom with an air suctioning device in the ceiling.
Many may at last come to understand that the resolution of the dichotomy, peace in the valley, is a dudas personal responsibility. For example, Karl the Tracker Druid once landed an interesting yet lucrative consulting job which eventually led Karl to the peaceful valley. The job involved tracking down this duda who totally ran off into the woods. That duda had a major head start on Karl, so by the time Karl tracked the duda down, that duda had already embarked upon a peaceful existence as a solitary bee.
This is how that hermit survived in the wilderness. That duda had, previous to running off, designed a lifetime supply of bee suits or costumes. That’s correct. The duda dressed up like a bee. Plus, since duda had plenty of spare suits, duda could just change suits when one of those bee suits wore out.
It took Karl a while to track the bee hermit. First, Ajax wouldn’t come out of the barn. Then, Prissy threw a shoe. Then it turned out that the only blacksmith in those parts was situated in the same municipality as one of Karl’s former wives. So they all had to go visit with her. Then Ajax wouldn’t come out of that lady’s barn either.
By the time Karl got back on the track, the bee was pretty well set up as a peaceable solitary bee or hermit bee. Yes. That particular bee was well accoutered, living off the fat of the land, replete with nectar and pollen, making honey.
Karl’s job was, of course, to bring that bee back to the bee’s loving family and companions, chores and responsibilities and what not. However, the bee explained, No Karl, I shall never go back with you. I have finally found some peace, here in this valley.
But Karl has never ever, brought back nought of what he sought or called off a consulting job due to failure. So Karl says, You have to come on back with me because otherwise my reputation shall be entirely sullied plus I won’t get paid.
Back and forth the twain of them fussed, both Karl and the bee. Yet the bee told such a piteous tale of a miserable former life without any peace whatsoever, compared to how happy and peaceful was the bee’s new life, that at last, out of pity and total sadness, Karl relented.
But says Karl, We shall have to come up with some indisputable proof that I actually found you. My reputation as a Tracker Druid is at stake here. Boo-hoo-hoo. Nobody shall ever hire me again. I shall fix to starve. I shall have to eat Ajax first, then Prissy.
Yet the twain of them, both Karl and the bee, began to negotiate what evidence might serve as proof that Karl had actually found the wild bee. After awhile they agreed that a lengthy notarized account of the bee’s recent activities, an 8x10 color glossy of the bee in a bee suit, and a jar of honey would suffice.
After that, the hermit or wild bee went back to his new peaceful existence while Karl returned to civilization bearing incontrovertible evidence that he had actually tracked down the missing bee. Everybody was happy and satisfied after that including Ajax. The fact is, Ajax was super worried that Karl was fixing to eat him and that’s why, when they were all supposed to saddle up for the next job after the bee job, Ajax wouldn’t come out of the barn. But as time passed, and Ajax didn’t get eaten prior to more jobs, he still refused to come out of his nice barn. It’s all about peace, dudas.
Now to shift gears, slightly. Did you know dudas, that the famous verb virgin, known to the semi-smart as frostweed or even freezeweed, may do its thing at least twice in one season. Goodness! Check this out. It is the same verb virgin previously featured, oozing again today. Don't believe Crumby, check out the post on 12/05/09.
When do we want it? Someday
Where do we want it? In the valley
What a great song reflecting as it does, dudas yearning for peace. Mercy! That particular song plucks at the heart strings of the Crumby Ovate. Yes. It is a song that juxtaposes the yearning many have for peace and the probable reality, no peace or scant peace.
Peace in the Valley also poses a Druid Dichotomy. Which would you rather be, at peace, or alive? Disciples of the Baby Demon Mammon do everything they can to make sure there is no peace on this plane of this tiny planet many call Earth. That’s right. No peace and no rest. Those Mammonites not only preach no peace on Earth, they practice no peace on Earth too. No peace. No peace. No peace. No peace.
However, those same Mammonites do offer salvation. You want peace do you? You shall get plenty of peace when you’re dead. Buh-huh-huh!
Mercy! Should the Druid dichotomy, Which would you rather be, at peace, or alive?, stagnate for eternity without resolution as the Mammonites frolic and tiny Earth groans under the long Mammonite hegemony. Course not. Course it shouldn’t.
Therefore, the Druids seek to promote peace everywhere. Like if a Druid has a dog and a cat, it is the responsibility of that Druid to make sure those pets don’t fight. Also consider restrooms. Druids believe every duda should have a peaceful and quiet spot to go to the restroom. Yes. A peaceful quiet spot where that duda can have plenty of peace and quiet and won’t disturb any of the other dudas in the area. Perhaps that is why Druids prefer a sound proof restroom with an air suctioning device in the ceiling.
Many may at last come to understand that the resolution of the dichotomy, peace in the valley, is a dudas personal responsibility. For example, Karl the Tracker Druid once landed an interesting yet lucrative consulting job which eventually led Karl to the peaceful valley. The job involved tracking down this duda who totally ran off into the woods. That duda had a major head start on Karl, so by the time Karl tracked the duda down, that duda had already embarked upon a peaceful existence as a solitary bee.
This is how that hermit survived in the wilderness. That duda had, previous to running off, designed a lifetime supply of bee suits or costumes. That’s correct. The duda dressed up like a bee. Plus, since duda had plenty of spare suits, duda could just change suits when one of those bee suits wore out.
It took Karl a while to track the bee hermit. First, Ajax wouldn’t come out of the barn. Then, Prissy threw a shoe. Then it turned out that the only blacksmith in those parts was situated in the same municipality as one of Karl’s former wives. So they all had to go visit with her. Then Ajax wouldn’t come out of that lady’s barn either.
By the time Karl got back on the track, the bee was pretty well set up as a peaceable solitary bee or hermit bee. Yes. That particular bee was well accoutered, living off the fat of the land, replete with nectar and pollen, making honey.
Karl’s job was, of course, to bring that bee back to the bee’s loving family and companions, chores and responsibilities and what not. However, the bee explained, No Karl, I shall never go back with you. I have finally found some peace, here in this valley.
But Karl has never ever, brought back nought of what he sought or called off a consulting job due to failure. So Karl says, You have to come on back with me because otherwise my reputation shall be entirely sullied plus I won’t get paid.
Back and forth the twain of them fussed, both Karl and the bee. Yet the bee told such a piteous tale of a miserable former life without any peace whatsoever, compared to how happy and peaceful was the bee’s new life, that at last, out of pity and total sadness, Karl relented.
But says Karl, We shall have to come up with some indisputable proof that I actually found you. My reputation as a Tracker Druid is at stake here. Boo-hoo-hoo. Nobody shall ever hire me again. I shall fix to starve. I shall have to eat Ajax first, then Prissy.
Yet the twain of them, both Karl and the bee, began to negotiate what evidence might serve as proof that Karl had actually found the wild bee. After awhile they agreed that a lengthy notarized account of the bee’s recent activities, an 8x10 color glossy of the bee in a bee suit, and a jar of honey would suffice.
After that, the hermit or wild bee went back to his new peaceful existence while Karl returned to civilization bearing incontrovertible evidence that he had actually tracked down the missing bee. Everybody was happy and satisfied after that including Ajax. The fact is, Ajax was super worried that Karl was fixing to eat him and that’s why, when they were all supposed to saddle up for the next job after the bee job, Ajax wouldn’t come out of the barn. But as time passed, and Ajax didn’t get eaten prior to more jobs, he still refused to come out of his nice barn. It’s all about peace, dudas.
Now to shift gears, slightly. Did you know dudas, that the famous verb virgin, known to the semi-smart as frostweed or even freezeweed, may do its thing at least twice in one season. Goodness! Check this out. It is the same verb virgin previously featured, oozing again today. Don't believe Crumby, check out the post on 12/05/09.
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, December 26, 2009
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