the impartial apple, and how the world is kinda round and full of gravity (or was it gravy?)

a number of things took place today in the morning.

i rose from the dead bed.

in doing so, i caused a book-slide. quite effective, really. fortunately, for a change, no horrible injuries for my precious person resulted. now i will have to put the books back.

a book of poems fell from the top shelf, and opened randomly. i read the poem (see below). it was a perfect revelation of the forces of gravity philosophy in everyday situations.

nothing ever is impartial, uninvolved or neutral. only the dead and the mad have no biases, stereotypes and expectations.

pamēģiniet atrast neitrālu ābolu viņi visi ir smagi cīnījušies pret smago zemi un smagi krituši tie zaļie potstādi ir liecinieki ka neitrāls ābols nav iespējams

do try to find an impartial apple they all have battled the force of gravity and landed hard the little green shoots are testimonies to impossibility of impartial apples

Imants Ziedonis