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Potable agathokak

Geo. Raymond12 Comments

Good & evil

are an abstraction …

Ergo,

Maxwell House coffee 

is good and evil 

to the last drop

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“The golden knife”

A message from our Founder

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“The philosopher-singer,

Vaughn Monroe had it all wrong,

Ghost riding in the sky

is something I could totally get into.

I certainly could think of

a few worse ways to spend an eternity.

ii.

Like, for instance,

regular non-ghost cow herding.

Regular cow-herding doesn’t sound great to me at all,

but you can see the dilemma, as

I probably can not be one,

without first being the other.

iii.

Of course, ghost riding is not for everybody.

Which is why here in trefology

before a new member starts on their journey,

they are first asked to search for their own ‘golden knife.”

iv.

What is a golden knife?

“Example:

Once during one of our long family drives up to the mountains,

my father turned to me & asked what my golden knife was.

My ears suddenly pricked up and I was

woken from my backseat long-drive fog.

“Golden knife?” I asked, excitedly, looking around.

“Golden knife?”

v.

My dad just shook his head & turned his attention back to the road.

“Forget it,” he said,

& we continued on with our silent drive to top of Raymond Mountain.

vi.

Later, after we arrived at the family cabin,

my mother explained that my father had asked me if I had a goal in life,

but I assured her I all ready had

— and that was to find the elusive, magical golden knife, as promised to me by Fortuna.

And I vowed to my mother that from that day forward

I would never stop looking.

Never-never.” 

DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR MAGICAL GOLDEN KNIFE IS HIDDEN?

(If you all ready have your golden knife, might we hold it for a bit?)

12 thoughts on “Potable agathokak”

  4. (1) Agathokak > Agath(ok)a k > Agatha K > Agatha Christie. Mystery solved!
    (2) I once lost a Korean War era bayonet on a hike in the Spring Mountains. It wasn’t golden, but if my father knew I lost it, I’d get a scoldin’.
    (3) I pursue elusive goals in life. They see me coming from a mile away.

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  5. Kind of like those “mis-heard” song lyrics. I’m the guy who for literally years (fortunately starting in my teens) thought the Bee Gees sang not “Run to me, if you need a shoulder” but instead “Run to me, if you need a showgirl.” As I got older, I began to appreciate my own version more. – Marty

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  9. I like this a lot. The image of a golden knife is a vivid one. It gives form to something intangible and makes it graspable.

    The GK I’m currently chasing is taking me on, what seems to be, a never-ending run. Much uncertainty in this pursuit, I only know for sure that my coffee intake at night is atrocious because of it.

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    • Writing more than a dozen words on a post sort of freaks me out, so I was never partial to this post, yet, wordpress, continues to attach it to nearly every-thing I write. I even asked them if they could please stop doing it, though they swear it’s random. But thank you, nevertheless. Oddly enough it is probably the only post, too, that is based partially on a truth. To this day, my dad will occasionally look at me with disapproval, shake his head, and say, ‘Golden knife.’

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      • Yes, there it was under your current post. Guess it is the strangely popular kid that is here to stay. Great response from your dad. A golden memory indeed!

        And you’re very welcome, I do very much like this one.

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