[Logbook Chapters / Pure Love Ad Campaign]
“What if I got a Rowboat bath and took one every day? What if I felt the warm energetic spray against my chest and face like at the beach, but in the comfort of my own home and without any chance of jelly fish, seaweed, or other sea-nuisances? Wouldn’t that be invigorating? Isn’t that just the thing I’ve been looking for all these years? Isn’t that the missing piece?
Maybe, dear Consumer. Maybe.
But if we could make a suggestion:
A vague longing drives us on and on, attaching first to this particular-solution, and then to that one. It is a type of trick, put their by that old seductress Madame Nature to drive us on and on, never satisfied, always itchy needing a scratch. And that’s all very well and good in the same way any other natural happenstance is.But its’ no reason we mere humanthings can’t be truly happy.
End of this particular advertisement.
[Logbook Chapters / Pure Love Ad Campaign]
Order your own Pure Love on our main page.
We don’t deliver, but the Pure Love has already been delivered.
See Pure Love For Sale Ad for the exciting details.
More ads & more: Logbook Chapters.
First Loves (Vol. 1 of Love at a Reasonable Price) is Bartleby Willard’s first collection of stories about the manufacture, sale, and consumption of Pure Love — as well as too many essays and asides on Something Deeperism.
Tip Appreciated in our weird way.
Our Zazzle store carries T-shirts, cards, totes, and more.
Here’s an ad for our PL Chooses Everyone Clothing Line.
And here’s our Greeting Card Collection.
And here’s a contemplation of the B. Willard Design shop tagline: Where Truth = Kind Joy.
First Image from A Rowboat Bath. From 1916. A product that did not take off. I found it on the Public Domain Review.
Second Image from Posed pictures of 19th Century Baseball players. I found it on the Public Domain Review.
Third Image from Ogawa Kozumasa’s Hand-Colored Photos of Flowers. From 1896. I found it on the Public Domain Review.
This has been another hilarious philosophical and metaphysical joke from Bartleby Willard & Amble Whistletown, specialists in spiritual humor.
They are wise enough to know either aware, clear, honest, accurate, competent, joyfully sharing kindness is the way forward, or we human-things have no possible way to think and act that we can understand, believe in, or care about; that such a Perfect Reality cannot be known literally/definitively/1:1-ily by us limited mortals, but that that limitation that doesn’t mean one’s thought-as-a-whole (ideas, feelings, and Light within and through all things — all interacting meaningfully though of course not perfectly together) can’t organize itself better and better around the Light within, allowing for one’s thought-as-a-whole to gain more and more whole-being insight (not literal, but able to relate well enough to literal-thought to point adequately well towards a useful [for oneself and others] poetic sketch of what’s really going on, what really matters, and how we should really be) into that and in what way it is truer to say “we are all in this together and should treat ourselves and each other with respect and kindness and joyful gratitude” than it is to say “who knows what’s going on?” or to say “we aren’t all in this together”, and also into that in and what way it is true to say “aware, clear, honest, accurate, competent, joyfully sharing kindness is the way forward”.
In short, we are wise enough to know we need to try harder, but also go easy on ourselves and others. We pray for more wisdom so that we can do a better job of living, even if it is ultimately true that we are only fictional beings, and that no one involved in any of our projects exists. However, does this make us poor imaginary-world sinners any different from all you poor real-world sinners? Aren’t we all but the merest the outer undulations of the Great God’s mighty rolling laughter? For what’s really Real except for the Light?
This has been another art project from Bartleby Willard and Amble Whistletown. The thoughts and views therein belong to no one.
Author: Bartleby Willard / Editor: Amble Whistletown / Copyright AM Watson