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Problem Of Comparison

1.
I had this stone in my kidney:
Even when stoned
None said ‘Look at Benny
I wish to God I had
A stone as large as his.
2.
My house sits on a goldmine
And my lawn is
fine; but still shame is mine,
See what the neighbor has:
The greenest you ever saw.

A Chameleon’s Epitaph

Here lies one
Who changed
colors
Once too often;
It was red needed:
He turned green
Instead.
The lawn mower rode on.
ii
Rest we commend for this chameleon
Quick-change artist; steadfast in bout
No slander did his tongue ever darken;
But a legion of flies did: a bitter rout
With such tongue was foregone conclusion.

benny

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A Point To Ponder

There is no greater misfortune than not taking a much needed lesson from a bad experience. No one is proof from life’s tragedies-bereavement, disappointments or heartaches and grief. But to go past them without having some good that is inherent in each (experience) is the real tragedy.
benny

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Truth is so self evident that any attempt to put a handle to it merely distracts us from what is true.
benny

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Story of Three Sisters©
Misery could not bear stay at home. So went she visiting. Wherever she went she announced herself thus,” I am Misery.” She came home all the more miserable.
Her sister Joy thought she knew how to amuse herself. She sold everything she had and went visiting. She bought presents to give away. Wherever she went she said,” I am Joy!” She was wined and dined and she gave away all she had. At the end those who received her well inquired, “What did you say your name was?”
Joy thought she had wasted her time.
Happiness, the eldest sister went visiting. Wherever she went she announced, “Will you let me stay with you? ”and the host asked every time, “Who are you?”
“ I am nobody.” At this many a door was slammed in her face.
In the end she knocked at one door. A man opened and was told the same she told others. He said,’I am nobody but I have my time to give. I have a body to keep the hearth blazing. You want to keep that going in turns with me?’

She agreed and thus she stayed on. Later he observed that he knew nobody could make him full as she did.

benny

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A Fortune Cookie ©

A treasure-seeker went into the Arabian Desert. The night before he set out on the last leg of his journey he was in an inn where he picked a fortune cookie. Within the cookie was a strip of paper rolled neatly that read, ‘Ask kindly and do not forget to thank me for the favors’. He went to the oases as darkness fell and he had no difficulty to reach the Tomb of the Unknown Traveler. He could also find the exact spot where the treasure lay hidden. A figure now sat there as if deep in prayers. With one bullet he killed him. Rudely shoving the dead aside he began digging up. He might have kept at it for a length of thirty minutes before the shovel hit some metal.
It was a box. Before he could open it a shadow fell over him. It was that of a Jinn who put such a fright into him and he fainted.  By and by he recovered. The Jinn pointed out to the dead and said: “Did you ask him kindly?”  The treasure hunter remembered the fortune- cookie. He managed a smile and croaked, “Too late for that.”
Before dying, out of fright to be sure, he seemed to see in that face of the dead man an uncanny resemblance to himself. He was also past hearing the words of the Jinn, who exclaimed, “Not even a thanks for the favors done to him. Does not anyone believe in a fortune cookie these days?”
benny

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Between cause and effect there lies a slippery path where all your moral lessons must bite the dust.
‘As you sow so shall you reap.’ says the moralist and in early days when a woman was ‘fallen’ he was there to point out she was there because of her sin. Is it so? If she on the other hand had become the queen of the realm by everything foul what would he say? That God favored her like Esther of the biblical fame. In modern context the moralist wears a political garb and supports local church and has Evangelical fervor : he might point to a woman is a single mother and is on welfare. He knows why she is down there without support and living in squalor.’She is there because she is lazy’. Ah, we have now prosperity theology that whitewashes crooks with a bible as Gods favored. It is sign of the times.
Moral values aren’t to be set down by what is obvious. A man because has everything going for him wouldn’t mean he is morally superior.

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There are already many causes and their effects on the field and it makes it not level playing ground. Some who are unscrupulous get an extra push and by taking advantage of the situation they become masters while those who had been fair and very scrupulous get thrown out.

President Bush became the president of the USA in 2000. He knew God had put him there in the White House. But did his foray into Iraq go as he imagined? In a way by his aggression he served the interests of the Shi’ites and Iran in particular. Time makes a lot of difference. Let us not judge the game before the final whistle is given.

benny

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From the Tale of Two Brothers

(Arabian Nights)

Illustration by Benny

book through: http://www.lulu.com/content/2146827

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The Tale of Two Brothers is published by bennymkje and available through http://www.lulu.com/content/2146827/

This story is the first in the series of Thousand and One Night and freely adapted from Sir. Richard F. Burton’s version. Benny Thomas has provided some 30 and odd illustrations in watercolour and pen and ink. Those who wish to acquire the originals (mostly in 6″x8″ size) they may inquire.

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The last time I Saw PIE-in-the- Skye:
Monk Anselmo one day was telling his pupils of some personages from antiquity. The story made such impact on me and I shall merely quote him from memory.
Etruscans, or some other tribe I cannot exactly remember which, before Rome became a republic had something of a reputation. It was simply in this: the people were amenable to rule.  A series of kings who belonged to a family of brigands had ruled them and before the last king was deposed the tribe had learned to rob. And rob well they did. Then they tried rule of the law. It also seemed to work for a while and then it became somewhat similar to the way democracies work at present. “ We must work with consensus.” So they presented their case before public assembly and put to vote. Before the aristocrats wanted to grab public lands all they did was bribe the good for nothing citizens who never stopped stealing from each other or doing some mischief in order to feather their own nest. They took the money and said their support was theirs. The party of Aristocrats prospered and they elected one as the king by popular vote. They soon passed a law making his blood line as hereditary kings.
Thus King Pennypincher ruled the tribe but before he could father a son to pass on his throne he was out hunting. His horse tripped on a loose pebble and fell headlong into a ravine. Pennypincher broke his skull and died.
Monk Anselmo said, “Of what is a pebble?”
“God’s instrument, of course!” I couldn’t help telling him. The monk looked at me questioningly and I said,” Oh holy monk I suffer from kidney stones. I die daily. God put it there to chastise me.”
Monk Anselmo later asked me if I believed in hell. I was emphatic. “ No! How can there be a worse hell than this?”
On recalling it I must say we suffer only as human beings, and as we are part of a material world, a grit has its purpose as any blade of grass. It doesn’t matter whose purpose it serves as much as I suffer or benefit from it.
benny

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