I'm sorry this has nothing to do with peaches, but I must share that, like Shama, I too have survived Adult Health 2! The feeling of exuberance is overwhelming! I also, like Shama, I have decided to post an equally unrelated photograph with the text. Break is fast approaching; will you be caught unawares?
Thank you for the clarification, most is now clear. The subject matter of the two previous diagraphs, though formerly causing problematic inconclusiveness, has been brought to light by a mutual acquaintance. Though I deny ever sending aforementioned message about fructoids, I am in hearty agreement that the ensuing communications could indeed stimulate much clever discourse. With all amicability,
Dearest Reader, As you may already know, the aforementioned "invincible giant peach" has already begun its unparalleled work of demise that will ultimately conclude in the further judgment, harassment, and lastly the hysteria of all those that seek to be concealed within the dark embryo of its prehensile icon. I am fervently striving to procure your full and unmitigated engrossment in this rather pressing causatum in which we now find ourselves; yes even along with this whole great confederation, which is by no doubt due to the aloofness of a certain element of which has obviously been lacking. This entity which I have precendently alluded to has become such a nuance that in anticipation of the pre-required goods, they were utterly useless. For as much as I attempt to converse plainly, I did sense a peculiar discombobulation as to the exact issue of which I intended to address. To make contrivances more pristine I have compiled a brief rune to add to the senselessness of this type of reasoning:
Oh that today would be the cry,
Of such a random passerby,
To see the sun as though it gleams,
In after-years, yet before the beams,
Of celestial light stream down to reach,
The morbid doorsteps of the invincible giant peach.
Dear Timothy, Salutations, Your ostensible calculations as to the diameter of the massive fructoid were of tremendous value, albeit they seemed inconsistent with the general sagicity of your persona. I wish to explore the possible perfunctory present/past parameters of sweetness and suculence, which are of intrinsic value to any deep conversation over the relative tonicity, realities, and objectives from whence we derive the parameters of massive fructicity. The peach is a creation of undeniable beauty. Well rounded, it's juicy yellow nectar enclosed by a delicate skin of protection, it seems designed to thrill the beholder into paroxysms of adoration. Picked to perfection, the perpetual parameters of Peaches pendulate pensively...... passing pleasure. You mentioned that I had stepped from underneath the invisible giant fructoid, but you were speaking metaphorically of course. I have stepped from beneath, leaping from the invisble to the tangible, now here, then nowhere. Leaping the streams of metaphor, I have scribed the peach in a rainbow..... Of course, I wouldn't want to cast doubt on the credibility of our discourse, so I have made this message the essence of brevity, it's constructs are tangible, and it's descripitions quite fruitlike. It's true that Plato described his forms in terms of peaches, In fact, Kierkegaard was only ready to make his existential leap after discovering that his mother had packed him an apple instead of a peach. Nietzches' writings can only be understood in the context of the fact that Germany had an exceptionally rotten crop of peaches for the duration of his life. So really, life just comes down to peaches. In all regrets, without sincerity. John Elliott Howe the Second. P.S. True fact, my ancestor John Elliott Howe the First was scalped by indians in the 1600's.
I must say, Mr. George, that I have no current recollection of dispatching said email, with syllables such as to excite in you some exuberance. I therefore do inquire as to what you do reference in your epistle which you have posted me. I claim no knowledge of this giant peach that you insist overcame me, nor of how such a possibility might cause an assuagement to your seeming ungrounded concerns. Therefore I propose that you enlighten, inform, and generally make known what it is you speak of, perhaps by shewing forth that communique that I had purportedly routed in your direction. Cordially, Jonathan A. Gerrans, Esq.
Your ode to the invincible peach was deeply moving. Now we must begin to persuade humanity that life is best viewed through the ocular of peaches.
Now I will venture into the fruitful realm of world religions, as seen through peaches.
Siddhartha Gautama upon leaving the palace was greeted by the "four sights".
1. A man eating an apple.
2. A Woman eating an orange.
3. Children fighting over a bannana.
4. An elderly man looking forlornly at a peach pit.
Rudely awakened to the realities of a peachless life, Siddhartha decided to become an extreme ascetic, that is, to allow himself only 1 peach/ day. After a while, he realized that life was best traveled in "the middle way", or a diet 99% peaches by volume.
Whilst traveling with a few fellow peachers, siddhartha set his eyes on a beautiful but green peach hanging from a tree. It was just above his reach, and his ideas of a balanced life would contradict any extraordinary efforts to climb the tree, so he decided to wait for the peach to fall. After 49 days of meditation on the peach, it actually fell into his hands,this historic act was otherwise called boddhi, or the "enlightenment". After devouring the peach, siddhartha became buddha because he had found the pefect equilibrium.
The Noble Eightfold Path is as follows.
1. Look for a Peach Tree.
2. Look for a good peach.
3. Meditate on the chosen fructine.
4. Meditate for 49 days.
5. Observe the chosen fructine
6. Compose odes to the peach.
7. Draw and Paint the peach.
8. When it falls into your hands, devour it.
Wikipedia offers a slightly tainted version of the above.....
I have received your email with great fortitude. Although the syllables therein contained have caused no little exuberance, I do not deem it necessary to trouble you with the irrefutable evidence that they do indeed exist. At times in my life, there has been considerable joy and a general feeling of felicity. But I have also realized, throughout the toilsome years, that there is a certain sadness that must be addressed as such. To readily trample upon the undeniable truth would be futile as well as foolhardy. Seeing as such, I count it a privilege to be one in which thou shouldst place so much aggrandizement. Therefore, coming now to the the issue at hand, the situation concerning the extension of this frenzied dialogue is to inform you of the increasing way in which I have come to appreciate the manner in which this discourse has taken place. For example, when thou had taken the last of the invincible giant peach. This was a great shock yet a major relief to all involved when to our great astonishment, you were located underneath the bowels of this colossal fructine. Being it now that my feelings have been thus expressed, I find satisfaction in closing this present colloquy being confident that it will most assuredly resume at a forthcoming point in time. Now, considering the impending episode, I wish you swift windfall and a continued jovial perspective on your personal vivacity.
In all Sincerity, without regrets Mr. T. M. George