I recently heard an anonymous quote, attributed to the Greeks, that caught my mind up and made me smile with its balance, and its symmetry, and its wu. That was, that the highest ideal for ones life was to spend it in the loving contemplation of worthy things.

Its been a month since I heard it, and during that time it has become kind of a mantra for me. It is a complete phrase, rounded, tempered by its own syntactical combinations and possibilites.

Loving contemplation. Mmmm. this speaks of compassion, intellect, 'the examined life' and passion, romance and integrity.

'Worth things' - we are all editors of our own movies, and what scenes, what truths we choose to hold to are as much a personal choice as a product of our experience, and I believe we are all ultimately responsible for our lives and our work and the worthiness of our own composition as human beings. Or in the words of Freq- 'boom selector'.

I think the danger with this phrase is that the implied or easily attatched bourgeois values make it seem polarized against the struggle, dirtiness, poverty, disease, corruption, inhumanity, and abuse of power that shadow all worthy we do in this life. I thing the answer to this, though, is that it is up to each of us to determine what is 'worthy'... and done with love, the shadowy sides of life must be included, because love becomes brittle if it is only given to what is pretty, beautiful, or nice, or clean, or fun.

And as a man I respect and admire, Jo Menell, once told Fidel Castro, over breakfast: "if I believe in inalienable human rights and the freedom of self-expression, and that makes me bourgeois, then fuck it, I'm bourgeois!"

This post is a loving contemplation of a worthy thing.