this is a counterweight to the monstrous beginning of this day.
if god were a control freak, he’d go insane from the insanity of the things under-evolved humanity is capable of. i will treasure my free will at all times, and thank god i have it.
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i saw the moon mirrored in a puddle
i looked closer
i fell through
the grass was electric blue, the light was pink, the sky – liquid green.
the ground went diagonally up – or down, and it did not matter much.
and the hattivatti danced to the song of the moonlight.
and thus i was home.
last night i was listening to the maple trees outside my window
how they created a multicolour susurrus in the dark
discussing the latest fashion of the stars
and the music of birds of flight
as the moon peeked cautiously over the margin
of the treeline, hidden by the blocks of flats.
so, there is this huge forest. really huge.
in this really huge forest, there is a fairly large marsh. sort of wetlands. so large you cannot see across it on a clear day.
in the middle of the wetlands, there is a pretty little elevation. a few metres square.
more-or-less in the centre of that elevation is a grassy spot.
and this is where a tiny little crocodile is sitting.
he sits on the grassy spot, looks across the wetlands to the forest, and thinks;
“And why the heck do i need all this?”
one more of those things. probably sb really likes this cat, regardless of its temper, behaviour, size and other features.
photo by Marcin Kreglicki
accidentally (ok ok, because it is my custom) i listened to the news on the radio; and one of the items was about the consumer rights protection agency starting a campaign against publishing houses. the reason? the publishers cannot name (because they do not know) the ingredients of books for children (like what paper, what printing ink, etc are used to print those books). man, did this get me angry.
there is something basically wrong with this world, where everyone has rights and demands and no duties to contribute meaningfully; or where what one likes takes priority over what one must do.
<grumpy old lizard text>
when i was a kid, nobody protected my rights. and i grew up knowing my duties. to the country, to my school, to my land, to my family. and i learned that the rights come after the duties, not before them, and certainly not without them.
when i was a kid, nobody asked me what i liked and whether i liked doing what i did. and i grew up doing jobs regardless of my likes and dislikes. i was taught to create, and not to consume. and if something got broken you fixed it. yourself. and took pride in that. Read More
the strings that tie us into the heart of the divine.
what happens if one tries the independence as in “no strings attached”?
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