Comments on: Where Do The Children Go? http://www.dangerouscreation.com/2009/03/where-do-the-children-go/ "Argue not with fools, frauds, fops, and fanatics. Seek instead better companions." ----- "Show me a millionaire and I will show you a man who has never thought about the meaning of his life." Sat, 11 Feb 2012 11:21:56 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: David G http://www.dangerouscreation.com/2009/03/where-do-the-children-go/comment-page-1/#comment-5675 David G Thu, 02 Apr 2009 01:57:21 +0000 http://www.dangerouscreation.com/?p=1805#comment-5675 Nice piece of writing, David! Nice piece of writing, David!

]]> By: David http://www.dangerouscreation.com/2009/03/where-do-the-children-go/comment-page-1/#comment-5662 David Wed, 01 Apr 2009 17:00:27 +0000 http://www.dangerouscreation.com/?p=1805#comment-5662 Bubbles (an allegory of life?) It is often said, ‘the best things in life are free’. How true! Just think: a bowl of soapy water and a clay pipe, or straw. From these simple materials one can have hours of fun blowing bubbles, beautiful bubbles, perfectly round, a floating happiness, painted with iridescent rainbows, ephemeral, and mysterious. Are they bubbles of water filled with air, or bubbles of air surrounded by water? By what strange power are they formed? All that is left when a bubble bursts are drops of water. Gone, are the momentary magic and the fleeting joy. Despite this loss, childhood joy remains, because new bubbles can be blown. That is the nice thing about bubbles: the magic can be recaptured again and again. Perhaps this is why bubble solutions are the world’s best selling toy. Bubble solutions are not bubbles; they are potential bubbles, waiting for the breath of life to set them free. Bubbles are the carriers of dreams. They are not all made from water and air. Some are part of reality; others arise from the imagination. All are filled with dreams. Like their watery cousins, exhaled air mysteriously brings them to life, so that they grow and glow with a fatal fascination more deadly than Lorelei’s song. Almost anyone can blow small bubbles, but only an adept’s skill gives rise to really large bubbles that bewitch millions with their fatal attraction. At everyday salerooms around the countryside, auctioneers will blow up their wares so that the unwary will part with their wealth in exchange for the enticing aura of a simple object. Caveat emptor! How few of us do. We surround ourselves with trivia, holding them dear until the enchantment is lost when the bubble bursts. Adepts are able to blow bubbles that encircle the globe. The earth is filled with Lorelei’s lullaby, and ears are filled with the irresistible allure of the siren’s song. The bubble floats up and up. Fame! Fortune! Wealth untold. The adepts’ plans are full-filled and their purses filled full. The bubble bursts. Not even the auctioneer’s trivia remain as a comfort to those who have lost everything. But potential persists: for another lift, at another time, on a beguiling bubble, blown from the hot air of the adept’s lips. Bubbles
(an allegory of life?)

It is often said, ‘the best things in life are free’. How true!

Just think: a bowl of soapy water and a clay pipe, or straw. From these simple materials one can have hours of fun blowing bubbles, beautiful bubbles, perfectly round, a floating happiness, painted with iridescent rainbows, ephemeral, and mysterious. Are they bubbles of water filled with air, or bubbles of air surrounded by water? By what strange power are they formed?

All that is left when a bubble bursts are drops of water. Gone, are the momentary magic and the fleeting joy. Despite this loss, childhood joy remains, because new bubbles can be blown. That is the nice thing about bubbles: the magic can be recaptured again and again. Perhaps this is why bubble solutions are the world’s best selling toy. Bubble solutions are not bubbles; they are potential bubbles, waiting for the breath of life to set them free.

Bubbles are the carriers of dreams. They are not all made from water and air. Some are part of reality; others arise from the imagination. All are filled with dreams. Like their watery cousins, exhaled air mysteriously brings them to life, so that they grow and glow with a fatal fascination more deadly than Lorelei’s song.

Almost anyone can blow small bubbles, but only an adept’s skill gives rise to really large bubbles that bewitch millions with their fatal attraction. At everyday salerooms around the countryside, auctioneers will blow up their wares so that the unwary will part with their wealth in exchange for the enticing aura of a simple object. Caveat emptor! How few of us do. We surround ourselves with trivia, holding them dear until the enchantment is lost when the bubble bursts.

Adepts are able to blow bubbles that encircle the globe. The earth is filled with Lorelei’s lullaby, and ears are filled with the irresistible allure of the siren’s song. The bubble floats up and up. Fame! Fortune! Wealth untold. The adepts’ plans are full-filled and their purses filled full.

The bubble bursts. Not even the auctioneer’s trivia remain as a comfort to those who have lost everything.

But potential persists: for another lift, at another time, on a beguiling bubble, blown from the hot air of the adept’s lips.

]]> By: David G http://www.dangerouscreation.com/2009/03/where-do-the-children-go/comment-page-1/#comment-5501 David G Fri, 27 Mar 2009 21:31:42 +0000 http://www.dangerouscreation.com/?p=1805#comment-5501 The dark corridor that changes us so dramatically must have to do with the deep programming and indoctrination we receive combined with the unstoppable genetic changes, Jeannie. It seems we lose something wonderful and it is replaced by something that, too often, is tragic and ugly. The dark corridor that changes us so dramatically must have to do with the deep programming and indoctrination we receive combined with the unstoppable genetic changes, Jeannie.

It seems we lose something wonderful and it is replaced by something that, too often, is tragic and ugly.

]]> By: Jeannie http://www.dangerouscreation.com/2009/03/where-do-the-children-go/comment-page-1/#comment-5494 Jeannie Fri, 27 Mar 2009 13:43:11 +0000 http://www.dangerouscreation.com/?p=1805#comment-5494 How I wish I knew an answer to your question about how to get back to that wonderful state of childhood. The best we seem to be able to do is spend some time playing with children. So that only for a few moments we can forget what it menas to be an adult with all it's concerns and worries. When I see and read about the horrors that so many people commit in this world everyday I often think that those people where once small, sweet, innocent children like my grandson . How did they grow to become such monsters? How I wish I knew an answer to your question about how to get back to that wonderful state of childhood. The best we seem to be able to do is spend some time playing with children. So that only for a few moments we can forget what it menas to be an adult with all it’s concerns and worries.
When I see and read about the horrors that so many people commit in this world everyday I often think that those people where once small, sweet, innocent children like my grandson . How did they grow to become such monsters?

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