A message received today (4 days after
it had been left) has obliged me to
reiterate the sense of my ‘Journey’s End’
which was ‘posted’ on this site last week …
Having no plans to return to this Internet site,
I shall be quite unaware of any personal messages left
– and would be mortified if anyone thought
that I was ignoring theirs.
The fact is that there is such an abundance of work
appearing on this site that –
since the topics presented are not enough
to elicit conversation (with rare exception,
they have not even merited a word of thanks
from the very folk who repeatedly return here
to read them),
I now find myself in the same situation
I was in at the end of 2016 …
Since March of 2012, I have done everything I can
to make this site visually appealing:
to make it self-evident that thought and care
has gone into the work that is presented.
Apart from the “Hunters” piece – which I wrote
in about twenty minutes – I cannot recall
having made any written work ‘public’
in anything under about ten hours –
each is carefully written, read; re-read …
and read again the following day;
the words are laid out on the page
with each line of text (as often as possible)
standing alone as a separate thought
which can be readily mentally-digested.
Photographs are made to be pleasing to the eye:
there are no snap-shots or super-saturated,
Photo-shopped blurs of colour;
five minutes is spent with my face in garden soil
so that I can get the best angle
for that beam of sunlight
shining through the petals of a flower
… so that anyone who arrives here
has the highest-quality photograph
that I can deliver at that time.
But, however much I have tried to please people
by not insulting them with the low-grade standards
that are now routinely seen in the world –
the result has consistently been the same.
I have spent my time on the Internet
futilely trying to understand
why multitudes have no desire to
read above the level of a comic book,
or even think with attention span
longer than that of an infant.
What has been made obvious is that,
to such people … I … am the one
who is regarded as ‘abnormal’.
I do not own a Television … iToy … or Stereo;
live with only practical, needful possessions;
and live a Plain Lifestyle
that people in America would regard as “Amish”.
That is simply a fact.
But IF my observations about the degradation of
courtesy, consideration, and conscience
in humanity, in general, are Correct
(and 60 minutes spent noting comments on
tumblr, YouTube, and countless ‘blogs’
will show that they are correct – obscenity, vacuity,
and depravity are right there, uncensored),
then Why will You Not Make the Time
to pause, read … and genuinely consider
what is said throughout the pages of this site ?
Because I can GUARANTEE you that,
IF some Hollywood Celebrity
appeared on a screen
reciting words that agreed with what
I have been saying here for the past six years
(and ten before that) …
… you would be Gushing
with emotive Thanks and Gratitude
at how “caring” your Hollywood Hero was.
If … Livingstone… says it, then it is the ramblings
of some ‘narrow-minded’, ‘bitter’ old kill-joy:
but if some ‘Movie Star’ said the same thing,
it would be a Sad and Lamentable Truth
of which “we should all” take note.
I know it … And you know it.
The thoughts and observations on this site
that actually Matter – The Reason that this Site Exists
(moral decency, discernment, withstanding evil
and error in the daily life) –
are of no importance to modern-minded humanity.
Ten or Twelve hours to prepare a social commentary.
People arrive and return here
– from Austria, America, Australia; Britain, Canada, Europe –
making use of all that care and attention to detail,
and leave without a word.
It was a saying of the Puritans that,
“The sure way to raise the ire
of a kind man
is to trample his kindness underfoot.”
I make all this effort for You, Mister;
and You, Madam, because I
actually remember how adults used to dress,
and speak, and act – with Maturity, and Courtesy,
am sickened by the comparative degeneracy; and
possess enough tender-heartedness
to care about You – who will not
give me the time of day.
You are visiting the Irish countryside;
you see an old foot bridge
that stretches over a deep chasm,
and start to walk across.
But I know that one of the posts
anchoring that bridge
was snapped in a rock fall
early this morning.
I scream at you – to Stop.
Why ? … Because I hate you ?
( You are wise enough … apply the illustration. )
The ‘bridge’ of the 21st century
is not merely defective —
it does not even extend to the other side:
the last remaining board
ends right at the precipice of an Abyss;
and the human race is four-fifths
of the way across,
heading towards that precipice at a dead run.
I am considered “eccentric” and “reclusive”
by people who Can Not put the ‘Smart Phone’ down
and leave it alone;
whose conscious existence is characterised
by an inability to exist for ten minutes
without looking at some type of screen;
who become irritated at anything
that might disturb the profanity-spewing,
Be Your Own God existence that defines
the 21st century.
I wear a shirt with a collar;
tuck my shirt into my trousers;
and wear actual, ‘proper’ shoes …
… and people think that … I … am ‘weird’ (?)
There is no commonality whatsoever.
Men dress like slobs;
Women have discarded every trace of femininity;
And both sexes miss no opportunity to exercise
aggressive, macho posturing towards others;
the human mind is governed by any
fear, farce, or fantasy – as long as it fosters either
‘self esteem’ or a victim-mentality,
and is presented on a television, Internet,
or some ludicrously-termed “news” paper,
but will not tolerate nothing
having to do with discernment, discretion,
humility, or self control.
Which is precisely what this site is about.
From the mid-80’s I composed and presented
a series of lectures – was ASKED to present those lectures –
entitled “Essential Principles of Dress and Deportment
for Gentlemen and Ladies”.
Until several television “Sit-coms” featuring
(I took the trouble to find out from ‘TV Times’ descriptions)
groups of ‘friends’ whose concern in each episode
was finding opportunity to copulate like rodents,
or talk about ‘sex in the city’ …
… inspired the concept of men wearing suits without a tie;
and women, a dress or skirt without nylons;
as if starting out to dress like a professional,
and then purposely abandoning the attempt
– because heaven forbid that anyone should have to
Make An Effort, or “endure” looking like a professional.
I remember seeing a 2002 excerpt
from British ‘Breakfast Television’, in which
a message just received was read out ‘live’
in front of the camera. In it, a viewer had, just then,
telephoned the station to ask …
If he bought a silk tie and brought it personally
to the 35-year old presenter in the television studio,
would he wear it ‘on air’ with his suit, and at least
make an effort to “dress properly”.
(Of course, the question was promptly
laughed away by said presenter and his co-host.)
Professionalism having been obliterated; and with people
now attending church in T-shirts and blue-jeans – appearing
(as they imagine) before God in casual, careless attire
that they would NEVER DARE to wear
to their daughter’s wedding, or their mother’s funeral –
the last time I was called to speak on Dress and Deportment
was in Edinburgh, in 2003.
I am so far removed from what is now deemed “Acceptable”,
that I can no longer stretch my imagination enough
to even attempt to relate to modern humanity.
Physicians have gone from white coats,
collared shirts, and ties,
to the practitioner that my wife and I encountered
in a Canadian hospital, who appeared wearing
a tie-dye t-shirt and blue jeans;
while the nurses – a profession that I remember as being
immaculately dressed in white uniform, nylons, and shoes
– varied from a girl wearing a baggy jogging suit
to others in pyjama-like “scrubs” and athletic shoes.
Dress like a slob, think like a slob –
dress as befitting the Company Picnic,
and think as befitting the Company Picnic.
The sentiment used to be taken as a warning;
now, it is a badge of honour.
Any vocation that once was set apart by self discipline,
professional standards of dress, and a meticulous work ethic,
has been reduced to the lowest common denominator
of self-pleasing, sloth, and apathy.
As children in the 1960’s, we learned
Reading, Writing, Grammar and Arithmetic;
addressed adults as “Mr”, “Mrs” or “Miss”,
and were quick to apologise with a bowed head.
If the Internet is anything by which to judge,
it is difficult to imagine just what children
of the last 30 years have been taught.
The content of this site invariably ‘challenges’
the Ease and Entertainment mentality of the modern world.
Since I will not wallow in the world’s muck;
and it has no interest in rising from the sludge,
this site is a pointless endeavour.
By all means leave a comment (there have been
around 30 in the past 6 years); but do not imagine
that I am ignoring you, not knowing that it is there.
I thought, in 2012, that I could use the Internet
to both encourage, and commiserate with,
folk who felt alone – ‘out of place’ in the world.
I was wrong.
I noted two years ago that the ‘flowers’ that I plant
will not grow in the putrid earth of the 21st century.’
There are just too many choking weeds
in a world where people are too busy
turning themselves into machines
to actually want any garden that I could offer.