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Heart of The Matter

I was colaborating on a mini research matter with my wife and I came across this blog that was profiling the heart, the condition of the heart and a bit of questions regarding the heart and why that symbol was of significance, and thus the title the "Heart of The Matter"  I decided to add Sand Box as i do not know where this will go. So as always please check out the comment section for additional information and future additions. 

https://www.h2hliving.ca/blog/2018/2/10/heartfelt-reflections

"Our culture has a thing about hearts, the universal symbol of love. To show our love, we have balloon hearts and candy hearts, stuffed hearts and necklace hearts. There’s even a heart hand-symbol that has gone viral. Yep, words are no longer necessary. If you want to tell that special someone how you feel about them, curl your fingers with thumbs together, and smile. But when you think about it, why would we choose the symbol of a heart to convey the message of love? Why not a brain? Or a kidney? Or a stomach? (the stomach would definitely work with the men in my family!). Just what is it with us human beings and the heart?"

As I work through this, turns out I need to do a update on my phone for the operating system, sounds simple enough, so I figure that can do its thing while I do this, so click , but it doesn't click. The memory is too full, too much data on the phone, needs 13 G's and I only hve 12 , so something has to go, now we have to do a purge, the heart of the matter. So I have to decide wht goes , what stays, what can be rehomed ?  For curiousity, I check out the updates, 4 pages of improvements. That is a lot of future reading. Off the printer that goes for future review or simply stack it on the blog post for posterity purposes. Where is the love , its a bit about being curious, how do things work, intereact , the heart of the matter. 

Curious, I went for the delete on the email file, millions of bits of data, alread stored on my computer at work. Poof, not needed on my phone. Will see if that makes a difference. Took some time to do. Refreshed. 

Still not enough, need 12 and I only have 8 GM available ,4  more to find. 

Baby time, will have to return to this mission. later

Article - Romance, regrets and notebooks in the freezer: Leonard Cohen’s son on his father’s final poems

Enjoyable article , I remember how the kids grand father would talk the time he met Leonard Cohen in Montreal. Memories, he lived his music and it got  his spirit moving. I rather like many of Cohen’s songs, not realizing the poetic side of him. Reflecting know, it makes perfect sense. Maybe I should revisit my own poem book. 

“Was he, in the end, a musician or a poet? A grave philosopher or a grim sort of comedian? A cosmopolitan lady’s man or a profound, ascetic seeker? Jew or Buddhist? Hedonist or hermit? Across his 82 years, the Montreal-born Leonard Cohen was all of these things – and in his posthumous book of poetry, given the Lawrentian title The Flame by his son Adam, all sides of the man are present.”

Will have to get this book for the library and glean some inspiration from it. Maybe I get two and send a copy to Maurice for his enjoyment. 

Timothy Ross

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“He’d call himself slow. He’d write poems about how Leonard Cohen was a lazy bastard living in a suit”