https://www.theguardian.com/inequality/2018/feb/16/guilt-over-household-chores-is-harming-working-womens-health-housework

De hospitali est optimus locus pro te mori.
Nutrices, ita concinnum ac passeres, lignumque cucurrit huc atque illuc
In Himalayas cumque operiretur vestibus non calefiebat
Aliquamdiu secuti sunt vobis
Mundus et MUNDUS.

Nam tribus horis
Et sacri profanique Secetur
Auferat a te dictaque flumen musicorum
Et tu de nostro mundo missa amni
Princeps vocem meam audiunt parvulis.

As vestri sum cogitavi in ​​lavare
Seu bibere facere vobis in culina;
Et matrem tuam, ut bene.
Et tenentur in bono et mater acerba suos puerum viventem
Quis bonus Salutis condum promum
Et coxit panes: et cum te ludere ludos patrem.

Nonne scitis quod factum est?
Puto et volo me ad auxilium tu mihi fecistis.
Auxilium te?
Quam paulo ante auditorium congregentur.
Nunc habemus, nihil attinet, serventur cappellanum nominare absentis detulisset
Abest etiam ab sacerdos.

Et cum ad eum .... autem ludus similis, non esset verum.
Voceque, et despiciens Deus tamquam diceret ei
Quia vigilabo ego tibi circa, sed non videbis me.
Quantum itaque amoris in oculis vestris ...
Quid ego autem et gaudere oportebat?
Et erit tristis et ... .sed fecimus.

Art by Katherine 2018

Mary was looking for a belt as her newish heather coloured trousers were much too big.
Suppose they fall off in church, she wondered.Why,I must have lost weight!
Now, her mind said, you are not going to church.
Well, she replied,you never know what I might do on a whim.
You can’t change me,her mind answered.
Am I schizophrenic,Mary thought?
No, her mind said, you are in touch with  our unconscious
Mary decided to wear the trousers anyway topped with a blue silk top and   pair of navy blue suede Mary Janes. She poured a jug of cold water over her head as she felt too hot.Then she picked up Good Housekeeping from the chair where her friend ~Annie had left it.
“What  to wear  over 50” it said.
Over 50  what?Woollen vests,fifty jumpers or 50 denier underwear?
The clothes were  astoundingly expensive.Shoes £250,skirt £381.Top £560.
Well,Mary thought,I’ll just have to wear my old clothes.Anyway, they looks  better than these; they are trendy but too obvious.
She  rang Annie.
Oh, cried Annie,I thought it was Stan!
I know Stan was your lover,Mary said, but he is dead
Sometimes I forget,Annie replied.
Me too,cried Mary.Are you coming with me to Church?
We never go to Church,said Annie
Well, may be it would be a good idea to see what its like nowadays Mary muttered
Will we need hats?
No, you can go in pyjamas and trainers now!
That’s not very nice.Though God  won’t mind,I am sure.After all, we were born nude,Annie said in a thoughtful tone
Don’t tell me you want to go to Church nude,Mary whispered
No,I am too fat and ugly now,Annie murmured
You are not ugly, to me .Mary said
Don’t tell me you are bisexual ,said  Annie.
Everyone seems to  be heading that way.Mary informed her
It’s just a cult,Annie cried
Do you mean occult?
I don’t know what I mean.I open my mouth and sentences come out
Not death sentences,Mary teased her
BTW I didn’t like that magazine.You can take it away.
Well,I   will take it to church to read during the sermon,Annie decided
Things are more liberal now but reading Good Housekeeping in church is  not right unless it is on your phone,Mary said.
Why is it alright on your phone? Annie said mulishly
Because it might be a sin but you are not corrupting others.That is another sin
Why,I’ve not heard the word “sin” for many years,Annie pondered
No, but sin still exists.You only have to look at the Middle East to know that.Or the Yemen, the USA, the UK.,Mary said saucily
Original sin is what we are born into in our society, so you might have been born in white South Africa and if you are white you are immediately  going to pick up attitudes of a racist nature.And if you were black you would be oppressed by empathy with your parent’s oppression and grow up feeling inferior and maybe angry
And in England? Annie asked
Let’s not even go there! Mary replied
But we are there! Annie told her
It’s just a saying, a cliche and a funny expression
Can”t we be more original ? Annie asked in desperation
We could if we decided to make the world just and fair,feed all the children and close the armaments factories and the companies who make  instruments of torture.And get rid of the tabloid press
A hard job,Annie said sadly
Well, the longest journey begins with the first step!
What an original idea!
And so pray all of us.

Eh bien, mon QI n'a que 65 ans et pourtant j'ai un diplôme de maths
D'où?
Vous ne pouvez pas les acheter.
C'est ce qu'ils disent tous
Je suis un crétin, vous êtes des crétins, ils sont des crétins
Et moi?
Tu es un imbécile.

Je desire un moron pour mon lit~je suis enchante par les imbeciles comme moi

 Je ne suis même pas français

Je ne regrette pas mon oncle est un topologie daemon.Quelque chose desirez vous?

 Pourquoi avez-vous cette lettre dans votre main?
C'est un refernce de mon tuteur. "Ce garçon est tellement stupide qu'il ne peut même pas épeler Feck et il n'a jamais entendu parler de Sodome et Gomorrhe.

Pourkwa Sod em and Gomorrow? Je suis auntie bbc   supernatural

Je ne sais pas mais je suis un analyst de classi sequel  comme epsilon delta et Leib Knits sweaters,Ou est Kant? Kant est mort! Oh,non,non, je suis finnish, I can’t go on  like this. I am Dutch.
Double?
Treble!
Kant aime Leipzig.Je t’aim frogs.Ma mere aime le chat et mon pere aimes ma meres.J’ai trois meres
Traumas?
O h Freud again

https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/shame

At last, it is not from Latin or Greek

Was ist der Binomialsatz?
Würde es Ihnen etwas ausmachen, Englisch zu sprechen, Sir?

Was ist ein gleichschenkliges Dreieck?
Ich werde nicht einmal dorthin gehen. Bist du verrückt?

Was ist Aleph null?
Meinst du wer ist aleph null? Töne wie ein Einwanderer aus Israel ohne Geld.
Aber Israel ist nicht einmal in der EU, warum sollten sie hierher kommen?
Sie wollen wissen, wie die anderen 99,5% leben
Klingt wie Gott für mich.
Klingt wie Gott, sieht aus wie Gott.
Ist das ein Beweis?
QED

Was ist Aleph?
Der Bruder von Aleph null!

Was ist Aleph?
Kennst du dich nicht, Herr?
Es ist Hebräisch.
Und Epsilon auch für dich
Das ist Griechisch.
Das zeigt, dass wir alle eins sind
Aber welcher?
Aleph, natürlich,
Meinst du Ralph? Beowolf?
Gamma davon.
Ooh, was für ein nobler Akzent.
Keine persönlichen Bemerkungen mehr, danke.
Es macht mir nichts aus
Nun, Sie haben nichts dagegen zu kümmern!

Today we are studying topology
It must be brief.
And rubber
Ooh, you are rude, aren’t you
Look, this is not a crossword puzzle
No, but you are.You get cross and we puzzle
What about the words?
Just hum today.

Now we will learn about transcendental numbers
You may speak but we may not learn
Why, is it forbidden
No,we are just thick
Well,my IQ is  only 65 yet I  got a maths degree
Where from?
You can’t buy them.
That’s what they all say
I am a moron, you are a moron, they are morons
What about us?
You are an imbecile.
I’m not even French
Why have got that letter in your hand?
It’s a refernce from my tutor.”This boy is so stupid he can’t even spell Feck off and he has never heard of Sodom and Gomorrah.
Well E is not U
Are they The twins on Coronation Street
For God’s sake,read the Bible.
Will he be pleased?
No, but it will stop you talking so much.

My own photo

What is the binomial theorem?
Do  you mind speaking English,Sir

What is an isosceles triangle?
I won’t even go there.Are you mad?

What is aleph null?
Do  you mean who is aleph null.Sounds like an immigrant from  Israel with no money.
But Israel is not even in the EU!Why would they come here?
They want to know how the other 99.5% live
Sounds like God to me.
Sounds like God,looks like God.
Is that a proof
QED

What is aleph one?
The brother of aleph null!

What is aleph?
Do you not know yourself,sir?
It’s Hebrew.
And epsilon to you  too
That’s Greek.
That shows we are all one
But which One?
Aleph, of course,
Do you mean Ralph? Beowolf?
Gamma off it.
Ooh, what a posh accent.
No more personal remarks , thank you.
I don’t mind
Well you have no mind to mind with!

Is love worth the savage pain of grief
As the caterpillar gnaws the patient leaf?
Is love  worth deformed and broken hearts?
When will come  acceptance,pain depart?

Is love worth the pain and woe we feel
When illness from the wife her husband steals?
Is  love real and what is its intent
Do we read the messages we’re sent?

Should we live   indifferent ,grey, unreached
Is the cost of love too hard to teach
Is love given  or taken by a war?
Who are all those walls and  bombs  made for?

Should we remain invulnerable to touch
When love’s an attitude and not a crutch?

https://magmapoetry.com/title-of-poet/

I’m in deep now, never been this deep before
The world’s hollow like a shell and I’m out its door.
In so deep, the ocean has its own startled floor.
I’m down, down. down. never been so dark , so more

I can’t rightly tell how I got where I am
I think I had an accident, fell over, then I swam.
Sometimes it’s a loss, be times it’s my man.
I guess I have to   stay   till my time is done

I don’t know if the joy is worth the pain
Would I choose to relive it, if I was born again?
The dark joy is the amazing gain.
But the sorrow is  damn sad, let’s admit it plain.

I’m in deep and it’s over my head
What was I thinking of, when I fell  out of that bed?
I look up and  the sea’s so  turquoise like  that mist   is red
When we get good and mad and wish some loon was dead.

At first, it was all just black, black pain
But from the bottom of the  well, I looked up with awed love again.
That’s when I recalled, feelings are plain and sane.
Joy is much greater when we’re in the danger zone.

I dunno if I’m   ever comin’ out.
We can’t control it , ain’t that what life’s all about?
I’ll never love with innocence again ,nor not feel doubt.
But I’m no teapot and the devil ain’t got my spout.

I’m swimming and the ocean’s so mysteriously bright
Down here we don’t have no day nor no night
Fish nudge me with  big grins  and   teeth white
Sea flowers fondle me and whisper, turn off that light

The energy that binds our parts to one
The creation of the world and then of man
The energy  of all our nuclear bombs
The sacred space  inside, the very womb

The space where we will die and fall  to earth
The sins we hid inside , our  dangerous worth
The heart which came too hard and  cracked and bust
The little pieces left that  turned to dust.

The hunter lusts to  shoot and kill and eat
The bodies of  gnawed wolves around his feet
The men who  save no  children shatter peace
The eyes of Jesus speak, the drum  still beats

The end is the beginning as we move
In spirals that say nothing of our Love

This is the most popular piece of  classical music in the UK

Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi
Murder has been done and there’s a War
I’m the Lamb of God and he’s my Pa.

All the angels gave a gulping sigh
Jesus ,don’t go back, you go too far
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi

Even Satan seemed   annoyed and jarred
Take away those leaders and their Whores
There’s the Lamb of God and his old Pa.

What’s my crime ,sweet Jesus, should I lie?
The Market’s bust and you are going to die.
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi?

We had a  powerful sacrifice bizarre
We killed God and then we  wore his Stars.
Where’s the Lamb of God,oh,ahaha!

The world is reddened by the blood of man
On the nursery slopes,   this War began
Where’s your passport, where’s your alibi
I was the Lamb of God but where’s my Pa?

The spaces once held sacred are destroyed
Like Salisbury plain where sheep  could safely graze
Now for soldiers  use and practice Wars

The Bedouin  who inhabit deserts cry
The Negev is no longer a free space
The places  for creation are destroyed

Before the birth of Christ, they wandered by
Their little tents and camels no disgrace
Deserts are  for democratic ‘Wars

To shepherds and their flocks we say,Good bye.
The land is used for shooting, so debased
The places  for creation are destroyed

The Lamb of God  is fined and unemployed
Search for peace, be treated with distaste
Deserts are  for  practising new ‘Wars

Of  the Spirit,  is there any trace
As the Lord God turns away his Face?
The spaces once held sacred are destroyed
Now for soldiers  use and  final Wars

http://www.skylightto.com/interviews/dr-donald-carveth-guilt/

Beginning:

David Hare’s critically-acclaimed 1999 play Skylight tells the story of Tom and Kyra, reunited several years after the painful end of their secret love affair. Both struggle against guilt, and their parallel torments are manifested in ways that reflect their diametrically-opposed political worldviews. A 2015 Broadway production starring Bill Nighy and Carey Mulligan was nominated for seven Tony awards, suggesting that audiences are still connecting with this narrative about the destructive consequences of guilt.

In fact, guilt and shame are hot topics all over these days: researcher and author Dr. Brené Brown gave a brilliant TED Talk on vulnerability, in which she describes her own experiences with shame. With over 25 million views, Brown’s is one of the top-5 TED Talks of all time. Brown’s view is that, “there is a profound difference between shame and guilt. I believe that guilt is adaptive and helpful – it’s holding something we’ve done, or failed to do, up against our values and feeling psychological discomfort. I define shame as the intensely painful belief that we are flawed and therefore unworthy of love and belonging. I don’t believe shame is helpful or productive. In fact, I think shame is much more likely to be the source of destructive, hurtful behavior.”

It’s arguable that Toronto’s resident expert on guilt is Dr. Donald L. Carveth, Emeritus Professor of Sociology and Social and Political Thought at York University, registered psychotherapist, and author of “The Still Small Voice; Psychoanalytic Reflections on Guilt and Conscience.” Don views Skylight as a skilled study of the effects of guilt.

I sat down with Don to discuss the play, literally on his comfortable therapy couch. He occupied his own seat of analysis, a sturdy armchair tucked, appropriately, below a large portrait of Freud.

Nicole Stamp: Don, how do guilt and shame figure into your practice? 

Donald L. Carveth: Majorly! I wrote the book because the themes of guilt and shame just became so central to the work that I do with patients. With symptoms like anxiety, panic attacks, and depression, often people are directing aggression at themselves because they feel guilty about something that they may not even consciously know they’re guilty about. 

Do you identify a difference between guilt and shame? 

Yes I do. There are two main types of guilt: The first is punitive guilt, in which “I’m whipping myself”, and that’s almost indistinguishable from shame, which is a narcissistic emotion. In shame, my mind is entirely on myself. We often think of selfishness or narcissism as focusing on “how great I am” but it’s equally narcissistic to be going on all the time about how terrible you are. Shame is self-persecution. It’s a horrible feeling. You beat yourself up, and once in a while, in order to stop beating yourself up, you beat somebody else up- that’s the scapegoat mechanism. When I’m depressed, my superego has me in its crosshairs, but if I can shift someone else into its crosshairs: “That guy over there is the sinner, let’s attack him instead of attacking me.” People can get relief from depression by targeting somebody else. All of this is destructive guilt.

But there’s another kind of guilt altogether, which is reparative guilt: your mind is not on yourself, it’s on the person you’ve injured. The move into reparative guilt is a move out of narcissism. We get our minds off ourselves long enough to actually see the harm we’ve done to others, and to be concerned about them, and to want to do something to make it right.

The example I use is, “I’ve injured someone, and he’s bleeding in the corner. With persecutory guilt or shame, I’m flagellating, I’m such a terrible person.” But that’s useless to the guy who’s bleeding. If I put down the cat-o-nine tails, go get the first aid kit, and start bandaging- that’s reparative guilt.