Much as we may love all creatures,.never go to bed with anything you may roll onto in the night……………Including very small men.
Have a sense of proportion.You will thank me one day.A man pancake is not a nice sight
Mice,don’t you love them?They live in your garden shed and eat the twine for the beanpoles you were saving for next summer.They finish up the crumbs the birds left behind.They don’t want you to take them for a walk and,hey, they need no grooming.;… they provide free exercise for your cat and emergency rations when you forget to buy catfood.Women are supposed to fear mice as they may run up our legs and disappear.Still,it’s a kind of compliment,in a strange way.They provide that little touch of excitement we all need now and then.Mice,not in my bed though..The cat. might eat them and disturb my slumbers.Then I’d be over-tired
Very short and funny
“You can cure me, right?”
The psychiatrist pretended to polish her glasses.
“It’ll take time. Patience. Perseverance. But yes, I think I can cure you. You haven’t lapsed a single time since you sat down on that sofa for example. That tells me there is hope.”
The patient expressed his gratitude through a subtle tear rolling from his eye and – later – by writing a big fat check for twelve more sessions at doctor Monroe’s.
“So what was his problem?” her secretary asked.
“You remember that leaflet about protecting the bees the government stuffed into every mailbox in town not that long ago?”
“Bee a friend.”
“You recall the title, hey?”
“It’s a nice pun.”
“Well, apparently he’s the guy that wrote it. Big shot copywriter. Great at witty puns. Trouble is, he can’t stop punning anymore. Every time he hears the word bee or honey or even pollen…
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He had a lead finger in my moat.Call my MP for a comparison.
I am dreading your writes after the weekend.
I am dreading you rites too.
Write me a letter or zoom in and speak
I shall reel with it,roll with it and be wry with it.
I felt a fatal blow from a light breeze.
Dreading a thousand cuts,I hung myself in the wardrobe.Not easy.
You look so dear in my downlighters I could just kiss you.But are you human?
Don’t get dressed today.Let me examine you with a fine tooth comb please.It’s just a game I invented,
I rhymed it a bit rough today.It’s this cough.
Please dig for the old today.We need potatoes and ants and will roast any worms with the batter.Worm in the Hole
Why dig yourself into a hole when God will do it free?
Do dip your toe into the water or you can’t come to bed.. how about nailing that brush too?
Dirt leaps up allover the floor.Can anyone ask for a broom
Do as I pray and sell me on E bay
Least said,easiest defended.
Why walk with hauteur on out water?It’s just filth
Do not look so awry.I hate it.
Awry in the bed,what more to be said?
Love must be so pliant ,
like a blade of grass,
Bowing to the wind,
till the storm has passed.
Love is enigmatic
Like the sphinx’s smile.
Waiting for an answer,
Nothing is on file.
Love is often near us
Yet we do not see.
Sometimes where we are
Is just the place to be
Now I wonder if I am out of date
I don’t think I will masturbate in public but on Sweden,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Did he wear a paper bag? Where did he wear it?Sex,lies and paper bags… it’s the silly season alright.
Soon it may be compulsory,but seriously………….. what is happening to Europe?
See this
As I teach Aristotle’s Nichomachean Ethics (along with the thought of Epicurus and Epictetus), I’m struck by just how much our ethical discourse has changed. This is attested to by what is absent in these discourses as much as by what is present. What’s so striking in Aristotle, is that the question of ethics is one of eudaimonia, happiness, or human flourishing. How ought we live our lives in order to attain human flourishing or happiness, he asks? Similarly, in the case of the Epicureans and stoics, the question is one of ataraxia, peace of mind, or tranquility. For these thinkers there is a clear telos to ethical thought and action: happiness and tranquility.
Such questions seem thoroughly absent from the ethical thought of the last couple hundred years. Ethics instead seems to become a question of how to determine the rules that should govern behavior and…
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Last week we were offered a new kind of advice program here in the UK.Two people in a relationship would have sex inside a box in the studio and then come out and talk about it or their problems.I did not watch this.Then today I read in the paper that a new book has come out about Masters and Johnson the pioneers [?) of sex research in modern times.They began with prostitutes but this was insufficient so they used volunteers who masturbated or had intercourse in front of the cameras.But they were allowed to put a paper bag on their head for secrecy.
From these films much information was gathered about things like female orgasm and other mysteries.I believe they used couples too
However,will the sex life of people willing to have sex in a public room with paper bags on their heads really tell us much about the sex life of the average person.Some people might be impotent but get turned on by the paper bags!It took away the human element
Now you can read some new discoveries
Doris Lessing interviewed If you are a feminist must you dislike men?
I seem to be led between these two philosophers.Levinas was an admirer and student of Heidegger until the Nazi era.Though Levinas’ wi fe and daughter survived WW2 hidden in a Monastery,the rest of his family who were Jews in Lithuania perished. in the Nazi Camps.This made him rethink his philosophy and led him into putting Ethics in primary place.And the primacy of our awareness of /responsibility the other as our first concern.Indeed that is what makes us human subjects
Perhaps only a Jewish person has the right to talk about Ethics after the Holocaust.
I put two links below.
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I think my vocation is sacred
I keep seeing visions of God
He’s like a bright light
Exceedingly right
Does anything seem to be odd?
I have a calling to follow
I just do not know the details
I pray and I wait
By yonder lychgate
Do vocations ever get into the Sales?
I would like it if I could buy one
I’ll give you all the money I’ve saved
Sell my idea?
My dear,no fear!
Just consider how well I’ve behaved.
Everyone has a vocation
To be who they know that they are.
Yet I am not me
Without you to be
Here in my arms by the fire.
I’ll get an answer tomorrow
As I dream of God during the night
She will give me an image
And the much needed courage
To go on till I see the Light.
The problem is one of translation,
For God speaks in symbols not words
Symbols are wells
in which truth dwells.
And the Spirit swoops down like a bird.
Why not find your vocation?
It’s possible whatever your age.
Attend to your dreams
and how your life seems
Vocations are now all the rage.
I don’t want to see reality
But I don’t want to lose your care
I want to go on being selfish,
Yet having you always there.
I don’t want to acknowledge your feelings
I ‘m aware I have been very curt
I want to go on not noticing you
Because such real knowledge will hurt.
The longer I go on being blind to you,
The longer I choose not to see,
The more I will hurt you ,my loved one,
The more hard and unfeeling I’ll be.
I don’t want to see reality
I’m frightened of what I may find
I hope a friend will be with me,
While I traverse the dark shades of my mind.
I am afraid to look at at reality
But it’s safer for me if I do
I hope I’ll find enough fortitude
To be able to bear what is true
Standing together,
We lean forward touching foreheads lightly
Eyes closed for a moment
Tenderly we respect
The other’s boundaries.
Yet I feel your heart beating too,
As it it were me.
We lean for a few more moments like this.
Wordless.
Holding the broken places,with love.
Then we turn and walk away
Such moments last forever
In the eternity that Love creates
Foreheads touching,
Skin to skin..
Boundaries of the inner and the outer
You are another;
A real human person
Wanting nothing;wanting everything
I shall remember your smile.
You were with me once
And now we go our ways
Our own difficult journeys.
One meeting of souls
Creates its own symbol
May you be blessed
May the fire not burn you
Nor the water drown you
May the Lord keep you always near him.
May He protect your spirit.
May he give you strength always.
How my heart sings 