Road Less Travelled By

Also,  a great book by M. Scott Peck. The Road Less Travelled. Perhaps the best opening sentence of any book ever. “Life is Difficult.”  'The Road Not Taken' Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ~Robert Frost (Book: Mountain Interval [ad]

Geese and Soren


A Little Soren 2024

 Starting 2024, this seemed good to post:

Lesson of Doggo

Trying to post one thing a day that is encouraging and thoughtful a day on Facebook. I know, subversive. The most efficient way to do this is screenshot the FB post and use my phone to post the screenshot here on Blogger. I like making things easier vs. harder. This way I can post on FB and also post on Blogger. A Win-Win! 
 Walk, Don't Run  Been quite some time since I have composed a blog versus some other media production, such as the Bierkegaard podcast. You can find it. Just type in Bierkergaard into your podcast platform. Blogging seems like cave drawings these days. An ancient way our distant ancestors communicated via images. But, we are regressing. Now we communicate by images and not words. Calling it an advance. Technologically perhaps but intellectually, not so. If I had more of a grand vision, I'd use this blog to support the podcast. To riff on ideas that lend themselves to literary expression, derived from Kierkegaard. But I don't. Until this morning. 2:33 AM. I was up and hungry. Did some stuff around the house that could have truly waited but I decided to do anyway. It wasn't like the cat was on fire or anything. Or even hungry. Like me. So, my omission of using an image at the top of this post is deliberate. You can get enough of that elsewhere. Use your imagination. That


I hope to post something more in-depth soon about my circuitous road-trip to California and back. Here was the final leg! I got nailed by some bird poop when turning onto Route 30 in York. What a resounding welcome back!

The Twitter Police

  I will work on the text this week. I am angry with Twitter in this supposed era of Elon Musk Freedom of Speech. More to come. Well, here it is. - Twitter deactivated my Bierkergaard account for writing a Libyan terrorist should be hung high who killed hundreds. Bierkergaard: For a week in the slammer. - Warned by Instagram to not call Jason Kelce (Center for the Eagles) “Fatman.” It was a violation of Community Standards. Here’s the kicker. Kelce calls himself Fatman. - I stated that Hitler was “Man of the Year” by Time Magazine in 1938. Facebook put me in solitary for several days. It is a fact. Not my opinion. No statement of me approving of Hitler and Nazism.  This stuff is ridiculous baloney. Censured by know-nothings, where facts don’t matter. We have a country run by weenies.