Tenacious Tales

© Today

Now I understand what I needed to know yesterday

It is very real for me now

Sarte said it best, although, if you could ask him, his definition may differ from my interpretation

“Ultimately nothing really matters”… Nothing No Thing!

We build sand piles and make plans for greater sand piles

Then it rains… it rains hard… so hard till all that remains of your sand piles are your short comings… your ignorant or informed mistakes… your fears… your stupidity

Now you know that you will never get it right

As the winds blow harder and the storm pummels your present and your future

You finally get it… there is no point and the first failure was your birth

Whether you sit and stare at the sand or build sand castles… Nothing really matters

Everything that is good is just one millisecond from washing away

I believe that I am now done with musing over the meaning of our existence… it has no meaning

We live we die… what occurs in between is purely random

There is no …gives you only what you can bare… no …only the good die young… no, no, no

No nothing to make sense of the juxtaposed beauty and horror of dailyness

The good volunteers saving whales, saving elephants, dogs, cats, gorillas,

Saving everything that they can…

These efforts pale against a tsunami, against a raging forest fire, against earthquakes wiping out thousands

Pales against what can be hurled at us from light years away

Pales against the informed devastation that we willingly create

Build what you will, plan as if it makes a difference

Then it will rain… it will rain hard… so hard till all that remains…

Cassandra M. Dougherty


© Ides Of March

The Ides of March march on Assignation of Julius is among many

The sun rises on Semites and homos facing off against anti-Semites and homophobes

Suicidal cowards in corners play with matches and pray for an explosion

The meek surrender to life The brilliant gush philosophy free of content

Tree huggers sling shot corporate giants with compressed recycled waste pellets

and on public radio the interviewee asks “Why can’t we all get along?”

Greatness is in all of us… listen for it!

Cassandra M. Dougherty


© Straining To Mean

Touching It!

The streets were littered with out of work techno-geeks from the boom of the Silicon Valley 2002. The unemployed dot.com’ers graveled for tech-appliance sales positions at CompUSA and Egg-Head.

Swooping down on customers, they strain to find an opportunity during the sales process to demonstrate their eXtreme technical knowledge. They affix themselves to the “still-in-it” customers that come in on their lunch hour. Desperately they try to find out where they work, how it is “in the field” and what news they bring of hiring, firings, possible openings and most importantly, news of what they are working on. They speak rapidly, they speak of “Flash”, “.Net”, “new chips”, “RAM”, hacker’s conventions, crack jokes about Ziff Davis. As they speak their eyes glow like hungry wolves fixed on the scent of rabbit. Their breath is long and deep through the mouth as they take it all in, like good sex.

They do not discuss their current employment predicament. It is understood that the economy has been merciless and that brilliance is no promise to access the holy place, no insurance that you will receive the magic card that gives access to the “server room” and the passwords to heaven. They talk as equals until time runs out and the “still-in-it” must return to the sacred place of power and creation. Like “pulling out” the salesman lets go of the only “still-in-it” bearing news from the world. He shrinks as he turns away and looks with hopeful eye to his next “customer”…. “May I help you sir?”

Cassandra M. Dougherty


© Abdication & Consumption Of Life Energy

(How to remove humanity)

This is how it started many years ago

Day One…

At sun rise the work begins with energy

Absorbed in dedication to the cause from sunrise to sun set

At sun set it is observed that energy is still present

In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out

When tasks of sun set are complete it is observed that energy is still present

In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out

As night falls deeply and tasks are complete it is observed that low energy may impair tasks

Rest is allowed despite the goal

Day One Thousand…

At sun rise the work begins with energy Absorbed in dedication to the cause from sunrise to sun set At sun set it is observed that energy is still present In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out When tasks of sun set are complete it is observed that energy is still present In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out As night falls deeply and tasks are complete it is observed that low energy may impair tasks Rest is allowed despite the goal

Day One Hundred Thousand…

At sun rise the work begins with energy

Absorbed in dedication to the cause from sunrise to sun set

At sun set it is observed that energy is still present

In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out

When tasks of sun set are complete it is observed that energy is still present

In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out

As night falls deeply and tasks are complete it is observed that low energy may impair tasks

Rest is allowed despite the goal

Day One Million…

At sun rise the work begins with energy Absorbed in dedication to the cause from sunrise to sun set At sun set it is observed that energy is still present In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out When tasks of sun set are complete it is observed that energy is still present In alignment with the goal more tasks are laid out As night falls deeply and tasks are complete it is observed that low energy may impair tasks Rest is allowed despite the goal

And so it goes and so it goes Day after day Week after week Month after month Year after year With no change in process With no change in tasks With no change in goals From sun rise till night falls deeply

Like dumb and precious stones We passively submit to being shunted from place to place from task to task We abdicate potential power Not questioning the goal

The goal by the way is to extinguish human dreams The goal by the way is to extinguish human enlightenment The goal by the way is to extinguish human creativity The goal by the way is to extinguish human vision The goal by the way is to extinguish human hope The goal by the way is to consume human energy leaving no energy for Hope Vision Creativity Enlightenment Dreams The goal is the annihilation of human joy

Cassandra M. Dougherty


© Lean Into It!

In the midst of a stressful situation, my son Paul once said to me “just lean into it mom!”

I clutched the steering wheel with a grip that turned my brown knuckles white. Passing through the narrow high walled construction corridor my heart pounded so that I wanted to slam on the breaks.

With a full mile ahead of me on this claustrophobic coffin cased trip. I wanted to get out of my car and curse, spit, and swear never to drive again. Instead I hit a pothole that made my teeth rattle. It must have jolted sense into me because it then occurred to me that things could get worse.

Weather out of fear of death or gratitude for life, which ever, a new perspective took over my will. With eyes wide I began baring my teeth.

Now gripping the steering wheel in defiance I screamed from my soul “lean into it Cassandra, it’s life” Gunning the engine till my neck reared back. I came through that narrow passage with not a scratch on my chassis!

“Lean into it” is my metaphor for life!

Cassandra M. Dougherty


© How Long?

How long will it take us to figure out that the temporal menisci that we elect to consume our days with is meaningless?

How long till we discover the preciousness of each other (EVEN WITH IMPERFECTIONS)?

How long till we can cherish the passing seconds with someone that we love, without focusing on what is in need of correcting about them?

How long till we can just love, purely love, unconditionally love, (WITHOUT first correcting – improving others)?

How long till we can forgive someone for an injustice committed 1 minute ago, one hour ago, one day ago, one week ago, one month ago, one year ago, 10 years ago, 20 years ago, 30 yeas ago, 40 years ago, 50 years ago, a lifetime ago?  How long?

How long till we can we can look at each other and see ONLY BEAUTY?  Tell me how long?

How long till we learn to keep perfection in perspective and use it only for designing rockets, not for looking at our fellow persons?

How long till we can love UNCONDITIONALLY as you do?

How much time do we have in which to get it right… forever?

How long till we can love?

Tell me! How long?

I ask again… How long till we choose love?

Cassandra M. Dougherty


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