ak4195
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The most important thing to consider is...is there still enough wine for the end of the day or does he have to run to town...
ak4195
ak4195
Or the hip boots. Whichever's closer. I was turning this old riddle over in my head whilst knocking apart some kindling of my own out to the barn last night. Anything to keep my mind off from the wicked cold swirling hereabouts.Wow bugga that was deep! Gotta find my snorkel before I can reply to that.
My mother-in-law's a nurse at a retirement home - a building full of people who no longer serve their original purpose and who have few opportunities to take part in fulfilling work. Conversely, I volunteer with a retired contractor in his mid-80s. Sure he's had some patching up over the years, but he's as sure footed 30' up on a ladder as a guy half his age.My feeling is that when he had to replace the head the axe was worn out. The head could still carry sentimental value and maybe find a place to hang on the wall of the barn but it could not be replaced. It's value comes from it's history and doesn't have to be lost just because it no longer serves it's original purpose.
Good point. But was the intended use (spirit) of that ax to be a wall decoration? Either of the maker or the original purchaser?As for the yuppies axe it completely carries it's original spirit, all it ever did was sit.
In the end, this is one of those questions that doesn't have a definite yes or no answer. And I'm not trying to convince you otherwise. Just exercising the ole gray matter. (Also too, I like this riddle better than 'what's the sound of one hand clapping').I still feel when he replaced it he had a new axe.
Dahn fine axe this is he-yah."
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What do you all think? opcorn:
Define the word:this lol
iNice story to show how much we have become a throw-away society.
wicked cold swirling hereabouts.
My mother-in-law's a nurse at a retirement home - a building full of people who no longer serve their original purpose and who have few opportunities to take part in fulfilling work. Conversely, I volunteer with a retired contractor in his mid-80s. Sure he's had some patching up over the years, but he's as sure footed 30' up on a ladder as a guy half his age.
Now this here is the REAL answer to the quan...
'cause we ain't talking about axes, we're talking about people and essence...
To rephrase the question into its non-parable form,
Who am I?
If over the years I change, who am I - What is "I"?
Can we have an "I"? Does it mean anything?
Habbits can and do change (You were afflicted with CAD and haven't been your same selves since, have you...
Looks change, dwelling changes, knowledge changes, friends change...
Who are you without them all?
You the same person?
It is simple to show it with an ax - only two parts...
But us people, SOOO complicated it seems all these complication, parts, ways and looks make us who we are...
But does it really?
What DOES make us who we ARE?
Now IMHO, THIS is the real question.
BTW
Heard the story about a costumer in a bar wondering at an axe hanging over the fireplace and the owner says, Yes, it belonged to Abe Lincoln, only the handle was replaced 3 times, the head 2 times.
SA
SA
BTW, I see you list your location as Silicone Valley. Always struck me as kind of an oxymoron. When I think silicone, I think mountains...not valleys.
If the old timer hadn't had to drop out of grammar school at age 12 to help his father with the family junk business, he'd understand finer points of usage like the past progressive tense of verbs.actually, you have a good point.
when the old man said "this is a fine axe", he was talking about the newer version of his old axe. he didn't say this was a fine axe.
No...with a 'but'...if any of you feel it's the original axe, would you buy it as an original antique?
I'd just punch the address I was lookin for into my dashtop GPS. That way I can get from wence i was coming from to where i was going to without all the hub-bub.
Now this here is the REAL answer to the quan...
'cause we ain't talking about axes, we're talking about people and essence...
To rephrase the question into its non-parable form,
Who am I?
If over the years I change, who am I - What is "I"?
Can we have an "I"? Does it mean anything?
Habbits can and do change (You were afflicted with CAD and haven't been your same selves since, have you...
Looks change, dwelling changes, knowledge changes, friends change...
Who are you without them all?
You the same person?
It is simple to show it with an ax - only two parts...
But us people, SOOO complicated it seems all these complication, parts, ways and looks make us who we are...
But does it really?
What DOES make us who we ARE?
Now IMHO, THIS is the real question.
BTW
Heard the story about a costumer in a bar wondering at an axe hanging over the fireplace and the owner says, Yes, it belonged to Abe Lincoln, only the handle was replaced 3 times, the head 2 times.
SA
SA
Common misunderstanding. He lists his location as Silicon Valley, not Silicone Valley. Silicon (Si) is the element that is used in semiconductors.
I still like my answer the best. To him it's the same axe he's been using all his life. To me he's replaced 100% of the parts so it's a different axe than what he started with.
when did it stop being original, 10 percent new parts, 51 percent, 99 percent.
So it boils down to individual perspectives? And the relative realities they're perspectives of?
For the axe the head holds that essence. It's the component that does the work and makes it uniquely an axe. The handle is merely the thing that controls it, like the steering wheel in a car. There are many different handles as there are many different steering wheels all performing the same function yet the machines they operate are unique.
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