TITLE: There is a Reason For Ivory Towers

There is a Reason For Ivory Towers-
to keep us, O Lucifer, away
from the Rabble,
whose menial lives
we exploit
and make miserable
-as they climb the molehill,
and fall from the Mountain.-

Lives of servitude that afford
no grace
whose comings and goings
leave no trace
in life or death-
Not even in the Old sands
of some abyss' shoreline.

O Horus, Great Architect of the Universe
We dedicate this Tower of Ivory unto you;
Shall it forever reflect your supreme logic
manifest in the order of men...
That we shall tower above them always,
as it makes no sense to be among them,
ever.

PRAISE UNTO TUBAL-CAIN,

-Symon

p.s. "See pictures of Symon's swank new ivory tower, & read fun interviews with him, & it's architect, Howard Roark, in the march issue of House & Garden."

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Symon,
lovely visuals, white towers touching the universe as it were.
I went looking for the march issue of house and garden to see your new ivory tower only to find that the magazine doesn't exist anymore. It was sold.
So where do I find it so I can see the tower?
wendy
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I think you would find an olympian size tower like this in some dingy out of the way place on the streets of Beijing....but the government is trying to make an effort to train their people not to make piles like this out in public for the upcoming games.
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Well Symon all I could seem to find when I typed in Howard Roark was reference to "the fountian head" which is a story about a architect named Howard Roark. I kept looking for an actual architect who is alive now named Howard Roark, and I just kept getting the same thing, references to the book "the fountian head."
I think I'm going to get a copy of the book now and read it.
I'd still like to know how to see your new tower.
Wendy
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Hello again Symon, sorry to keep bringing things up, but I went to the author search to find at least some kind clue as to who you are, and what I found was a youtube of garfield, so are you in fact Jim Davis in disguise?
I am so intriged at this moment, wondering who you really are and where this Ivory tower is and why you would tell people to look in a magazine at the march issue, when the magazine was sold last December, 2007 that is....sorry about all the questions, but I am truely intrigued...I feel like I'm following a trail of bread crumbs.
wendy
wendy
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Good day, Wendy,

Really, I am just a humble soul laying a breadcrumb trail that leads to The Mystery. Mystery: transmits self-knowledge through eros, humor, and art...but transcends all these.
From your own poems, I see you already have a sensibility about those things.

Ok, the tower? To be candid with you, I humbly live, not in an actual Ivory Tower, but a metaphorical one, atop a brick'n mortar thing near Hollywood in L.A. (hence, it's maybe not worth checking out), where I've moved in order to lay out a media-driven breadcrumb trail leading to the Mystery (on a large scale. you know, with music, film, and such) ...i guess that's what i view as my life's mission.
I hope I answered yr questions, and apologize in advance if I've come off sounding like an insufferable prick (which i'm certain i have to many readers), but i have been sincere I'd also like to say i really appreciate your lack of cynicism (so rare these days).

Sincerely Yrs,
-Symon

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Symon,
I'm the one who should thank you. I found my way to Ayn Rand. And I am in a state that I can only discribe as "finding home", that place where the peices of everything you have ever known without names suddenly have names.
I'm over joyed, delighted because there was a bridge builder and an architecht and they are one in the same.
Ayn Rand.
She said way back then what I've found my way to without ever knowing who she was or even about the phillosphy of objectivism, something that I have been living in persute of for many years without knowing it's name.
I don't feel so all alone very suddenly, thank you.
As to your comment about my lack of cynicism, I found years ago that to live in the shoes of cynisim is to cut off one's nose to spite their face and head, and the clothes of cynisim are as acid to the soul and heart of life.
We all have quirks, that makes us individual, unique.
We all have good days and bad ones.
We all make good and bad choices.
Circumstances force choice sometimes.
And although circumstances and events may grind us to dust and threaten to steal all that is human about us, we still have choice in how we will live and how we will measure every person after the fact.
To the cynic, everyone is hiding something and guilty of everything.
To the sojourner, everyone is a possiblity and as to innocence or guilt, it doesn't matter because that could very well be us.
We are simply a mirror of a possiblity for everyone we meet.
Besides, I reconize bread crumbs when I see them, and I do love a treasure hunt.
Thanks again Symon :)
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Symon,
I'm the one who should thank you. I found my way to Ayn Rand. And I am in a state that I can only discribe as "finding home", that place where the peices of everything you have ever known without names suddenly have names.
I'm over joyed, delighted because there was a bridge builder and an architecht and they are one in the same.
Ayn Rand.
She said way back then what I've found my way to without ever knowing who she was or even about the phillosphy of objectivism, something that I have been living in persute of for many years without knowing it's name.
I don't feel so all alone very suddenly, thank you.
As to your comment about my lack of cynicism, I found years ago that to live in the shoes of cynisim is to cut off one's nose to spite their face and head, and the clothes of cynisim are as acid to the soul and heart of life.
We all have quirks, that makes us individual, unique.
We all have good days and bad ones.
We all make good and bad choices.
Circumstances force choice sometimes.
And although circumstances and events may grind us to dust and threaten to steal all that is human about us, we still have choice in how we will live and how we will measure every person after the fact.
To the cynic, everyone is hiding something and guilty of everything.
To the sojourner, everyone is a possiblity and as to innocence or guilt, it doesn't matter because that could very well be us.
We are simply a mirror of a possiblity for everyone we meet.
Besides, I reconize bread crumbs when I see them, and I do love a treasure hunt.
Thanks again Symon :)
wendy
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rolls here eyes.......W has no where to do but to be here making no sense at all...
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your very good at rolling your eyes, they must be flexable enough to do the splits maybe?