Previous William Thomas Sherman Info Page postings, quotes, observations, etc.
More video fun -- I realize the following series of clips isn't, for the most part, so on point (as such, etc.), but at least it is amusing to watch Margaret O'Brien who is so very cute in it.
In passing (to the would-be "Dark Knight") -- You've got this all wrong. The magician, as such, is Batman or the Dark Knight. What you are, rather, is Alfred. For one thing, we who have had some idea of what is actually been taking place never for a moment ever took you for occupying any greater role of importance; so that you are not even really a leader in the first place, but rather a functionary whose purpose is to be used by the person who does the actual thinking. And if this isn't true, then remove your disguise and tell everyone who you are and what it is you are supposed to be doing. You can't do so, even if you wanted to, because you are not really the one making the more important decisions respecting what goes on. (Oh, please, Sir Simon, please! Tell him how it really is!)
P.S. (just for fun)
My good friends and southern brethren will, I hope, excuse my using the occasion; pregnant as it is with symbolism and allegory (written by Henry Clay Worth):
Some technical remarks regarding criminal spirit people -- If a person is sick, surely there is a doctor or some kind of medicine to cure them -- at least it certainly helps to think and believe so. So it is that it only makes perfect sense to treat the existence or threat of evil, of the orkonic sort, when it comes in spirit person form as a disease. And that such as we think of devils are both carriers but also victims of the same malady, and in some instances all that might be necessary to decommission them might be administration of sedatives and which they might even receive voluntary (at least if they can find a way to do so without incurring someone else's recrimination.) Others, understandably, might not be so malleable, and would perhaps require military force or similar to deal with them. Yet even then, though it be necessary to use physical force, they still might be curable, or at least rendered powerless of further mischief or mayhem, after being disarmed and weakened.
On a related note, I noticed that it may be the case that spirit people come into this world via certain roads and channels in the the spiritual (yet still physical) "aerosphere" or, if you will, "ether," and which might further suggest that such channels are something that (except in certain pre-formed instances) need to be made; given that ours and their realm are intended to be fundamentally separate (and but perhaps for certain special locations originally and "legitimately" intended for such a purpose.) The reason this idea occurred to me was that I noticed on my daily walks that when I come to certain regular locations I feel their presence more, not unlike how if you walked down a dark hallway interspersed at certain points with light beams you would feel a given beam when you passed it. Now whether such experience justifies the former surmise, I would not out of hand presume, but merely mention it for purposes of explanation.
The idea, quite simply, is one of destroying the Frankenstein monster and then going after Dr. Frankenstein himself.
Goomerton tells Oafmore that so and so the legendary movie star did the "wrong thing" in their day. Oafmore then is led to think that doing the wrong thing is a necessary or at least helpful part of a successful entertainment career. The true story, however, is that while so and so (for one reason or another) did yield or did agree to go along with doing the wrong, their doing so was what actually and ultimately ended up killing them. In this regard, its amusing to hear some celebrities (including such as I myself like very much or am a fan of), as I have of late in YouTube and such interviews, defending their conduct or way of doing things by saying show business (music, movies, what have you) is a business, and so they do what they do for "business" reasons; even though, say, it might make them seem too commercial. Which then brings to mind to me that famous line -- "Mankind was my business!"
Where the good from here echoes and carries to where it is good always.
All he, and people like him, can really do is bother and hurt people -- in fact they really can do little and nothing else, and this is one major cause for their having such power -- no one else would dream of spending so much of their time being aggressive and constantly on the attack. And yet despite the frank and undeniable reality of this he still somehow manages to persist in this megalomania and utterly preposterous opinion of himself.
"My pride matters most! My ego matters most!"
That's in effect what he says, and that's indeed why, as much any other reason, all these atrocious, tragic, and unspeakable crimes take place and go on. Think of all the many victims, lives lost, ruined families, chaos, terror, vandalism, degradation, upheaval, etc. It's this ego of his that brings all of those kind of things to pass.
But the way I like to put it (when I mock him in response) is -- "He gets to be interesting too." (poor baby!)
The ridiculous billion dollar movie career is, of course, a reflection of this fantasy mind of his. But even they have been forced to pull back on pushing this vain absurdity, and so have gone into banking instead; that is, to better and more plausibly explain why they should have so much money; as the other dodge can no longer fool even the flightiest dimwit.
I always thought this song sounded especially well at Autumn; perhaps because of the soft, gentle quiet both it and the season seem to bring forth in us.
"A river rises in Eden to water the garden; and from there it divides and becomes four branches. The name of the first is Pishon; it flows around the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold. The gold of that land is excellent; the bdellium and the lapis lazuli are there. The name of the second river is Gihon; it flows around the whole land of Cush. The name of the third river is Tigris; it flows east of Asshur [Assyria]. The fourth river is the Euphrates." (Genesis 2:10-14)
I was re-reading this passage the other day and marveled, as one often does in Genesis, at its curious phrasing and peculiar emphases and mode of expression. What deeper meaning it contains, beyond what is on the surface, I'll admit rather eludes me, but it did and does for some reason read like poetry (hence my reproducing it here.) There are scholars who place Eden somewhere at a location in or about the eastern end of modern Turkey, and who have specifically mapped out the location spoken of; including one website at http://www.accuracyingenesis.com/adam.html. Although I am not informed enough to judge the accuracy and feasibility of such speculation, it is at least diverting to peruse and consider as a matter of armchair conjecture and wondering.
Life as many of us know it (that is to say with criminal spirit, of the very serious sort, people permitted to run around loose; when they should be in prison) is much like a beautiful bouquet of roses handed to you but with filthy muck intermixed in it. Better to have never received such. Yet the fault is not, of course, in the roses, but in the muck.
"How then could or do you suffer these things?" We suffer these things in order to protect and save the animals (and or children) -- and for no other reason.