The shadow, which is in conflict with the acknowledged values, cannot be accepted as a negative part of one's own psyche and is therefore projected--that is, it is transferred to the outside world and experienced as an outside object. It is combated, punished, and exterminated as 'the alien out there' instead of being dealt with as one's own inner problem.
- Erich Neumann
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 44
He flipped a coin and it came up tails. He turned south on 1, leaving the coin to gleam indifferently up from the dust. Joe found it twenty minutes later and stared at it as if it were a hypnotist’s crystal. He put it in his mouth and Nadine made him spit it out.
Two miles down the road Larry saw it for the first time, the huge blue animal, lazy and slow this day. It was completely different from the Pacific or the Atlantic that lay off Long Island. That part of the ocean looked complacent, somehow, almost tame. This water was a darker blue, nearly cobalt, and it came up to the land in one rushing swell after another and bit at the rocks. Spume as thick as eggwhite jumped into the air and then splattered back. The waves made a constant growling boom against the shore.
Larry parked his bike and walked toward the ocean, feeling a deep excitement that he couldn’t explain. He was here, he had made it to the place where the sea took over. This was the end of east. This was land’s end.
He crossed a marshy field, his shoes squishing through water standing around hummocks and clumps of reeds. There was a rich and fecund tidal smell. As he, drew closer to the headland, the thin skin of earth was peeled away and the naked bone of granite poked through—granite, Maine’s final truth. Gulls rose, clean white against the blue sky, crying and wailing. He had never seen so many birds in one place before. It occurred to him that, despite their white beauty, gulls were carrion eaters. The thought that followed was nearly unspeakable, but it had formed fully in his mind before he could push it away: The pickings must be real good just lately.
He began to walk again, his shoes now clicking and scraping on sun-dried rock which would always be wet in its many seams from the spray. There were barnacles growing in those cracks, and scattered here and there like shrapnel bursts of bone were the shells the gulls had dropped to get at the soft meat inside.
A moment later he stood upon the naked headland. The seawind struck him full force, lifting his heavy growth of hair back from his forehead. He lifted his face into it, into the harsh-clean salt-smell of the blue animal. The combers, glassy blue-green, moved slowly in, their slopes becoming more pronounced as the bottom shallowed up beneath them, their peaks gaining first a curl of foam, then a curdly topping. Then they crashed suicidally against the rocks as they had since the beginning of time, destroying themselves, destroying an infinitesimal bit of the land at the same time. There was a ramming, coughing boom as water was forced deep into some half-submerged channel of rock that had been carved out over the millennia.
He turned first left, then right, and saw the same thing happening in each direction, as far as he could see… combers, waves, spray, most of all an endless glut of color that took his breath away.
He was at land’s end.
He sat down with his feet dangling over the edge, feeling a little overcome. He sat there for half an hour or better. The seabreeze honed his appetite and he rummaged in his pack for lunch. He ate heartily. Thrown spray had turned the legs of his bluejeans black. He felt cleaned out, fresh.
He walked back across the marsh, still so full of his own thoughts that he first supposed the rising scream to be the gulls again. He had even started to look up at the sky before he realized with a nasty jolt of fear that it was a human scream. A warcry.
His eyes jerked downward again and he saw a young boy running across the road toward him, muscular legs pumping. In one hand he held a long butcher knife. He was naked except for underpants and his legs were crisscrossed with bramble welts. Behind him, just coming out of the brush and nettles on the far side of the highway, was a woman. She looked pale, and there were circles of weariness under her eyes.
“Joe! ” she called
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/14/2025 12:18 PM
"Almost everything that man has discovered in his long, long journey from darkness toward the light has been capable of two uses: one good, one evil."
Next, crybaby-in-chief Donald J. Trump will curse at a female journalist and then blame Joe Biden - and "THOSE DEMOCRATS!" for the impotence of Donald J. Trump and his lifetime of never measuring up for even the women he paid.
Today is the final episode of "It: Welcome to Derry" the HBO series based on the novel by Stephen King, author.
Haven't viewed it yet, as of 3:45 PM locally, probably tomorrow
Not sure how much more work I will make about my observations about this day 12/14/2025
Even if it is a deliberate scam today by that crook then that does not prove false my theory.
From 9/14/1954 ( ) To 10/26/2014 ( premiere USA film "Interstellar" ) is 21957 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/14/2025 ( ) is 21957 days
From 11/5/1960 ( biographical - Erich Neumann dead ) To 12/17/2020 ( premiere CBS adaption of Stephen King's "The Stand" ) is 21957 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/14/2025 ( ) is 21957 days
https://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/documents/remarks-dedication-the-boulder-colorado-laboratories-the-national-bureau-standards
Better Call Saul
"Mijo"
So, uh what can I do for you? I've been thinking about what you said out there in the desert.
Those people that you were trying to scam How much did they steal? Um, north of a million and a half bucks I think.
So, they have a million and a half bucks somewhere.
In what, cash? I don't well Why are you asking me? - I'm gonna rip them off.
- Oh.
I like ripping off thieves 'cause they can't go to the cops they have no recourse.
United States Department of Defense
From Wikipedia
On September 5, 2025, President Donald Trump signed an executive order authorizing "Department of War" and "secretary of war" as secondary titles to the main titles of "Department of Defense" and "secretary of defense."
Trump described his rebranding as an effort to project a stronger and more bellicose name and said the "defense" names were "woke".
IMDb
Die Hard (1988)
Quotes
Harry Ellis: Hey babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash. Hey, sprechen ze talk, huh?
IMDb
Die Hard (1988)
Quotes
Harry Ellis: [Hans hands him the walkie talkie] Hey, John boy.
John McClane: Ellis?
Harry Ellis: Yeah. Now listen, John, they're giving me a few minutes to try to talk some sense into you. I know you think you're doing your job, John, and I can appreciate that, but, you're just dragging this thing out. Now look, no one gets outta here until these guys can talk to the *LA* police, and that just ain't gonna happen until you stop messin' up the works, capisci?
John McClane: Ellis, what have you told them?
Harry Ellis: I told 'em we were old friends and you were my guest at the party.
John McClane: Ellis, you shouldn't be doin' this.
Harry Ellis: Tell me about it. Alright, John, listen. They want you to tell them where the detonators are.
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Die Hard (1988)
Quotes
John McClane: Ellis, listen to me very carefully.
Harry Ellis: John?
John McClane: Shut up Ellis, just shut your mouth! Put Hans back on the line.
[Ellis holds the walkie talkie up]
John McClane: Hans, this shit-head does not know what kind of man you are, but I do. Listen to me!
Hans Gruber: Good. Then, you'll give us what we want
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZKCiC-H2Xbg
Neil Young - Old Man (Official Audio)
neilyoungchannel {from YouTube}
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 4:05 PM Pacific-timezone USA Sunday 12/14/2025
