https://www.timesofisrael.com/meet-the-orthodox-jewish-physicist-rethinking-the-origins-of-life/

https://www.aspiringtokindness.com/blog/2019/6/11/the-crucial-difference-between-anger-and-hostility

Properly understood, anger is a gateway sensation to other feelings.  Hostility is more a siege-like mental state that brooks no compromise. 

 

• Mary was just running out of the front door when she realised she had not combed her hair.
  She looked around, and found a small wire brush labelled,”For nubuck and suede shoes”…..
  Peering into the old mirror she ran it though her gold and silver hair,powdered her nose with her Estee Lauder natural beige foundation in powder form and slapped some coral lipstick on with haste.. and accuracy.
  Right,that’s it,she thought.Enough to show willing.
  She met her old friend Maureen at the bus stop.
  Have you been seeing Joel again? Maureen asked naughtily.
  No,I’ll be damned if I see him again,Mary said shyly.He told me he was living alone in a large house up the hill, then I met him with his wife.Who was he trying to fool?
  Maybe he hoped you would not notice?
  Not notice what,her wedding ring?
  Luckily the bus came down the road and stopped beside them.They jumped on and ran to the back. for a gab.
  Are you going shopping? Maureen asked.
  No,I am going to take some photos of the jazz band playing on the pavement by the bank… but I told Stan I was going to the pharmacy to buy some Vaseline….
  Why,does he not like you taking photos?
  Not when an old boyfriend of mine is in the band.
  Exactly how old is the boyfriend?
  About 69 I guess.
  Well he’s not that old!
  He is an ex I should have said.I knew him in primary school and used to ride his tricycle.He was my first love.We were only 5 years old.I think it was his red curls and the tricycle that attracted me… but we split up when we were 6.
  Surely Stan would not be jealous;it is 63 years ago,
  And to me it was like last year!Well. you know time does not exist in the Unconscious.
  How wonderful.
  Yes and no.Good memories can be there but also pain can seem as if it just happened even when it is from 50 years ago.
  Have you had a lot of men admiring you,dear?
  How would I know?There could be thousands if they were too shy to speak.
  You know what I mean!
  Not so many.. I had my second when we were 10.He had golden hair and long eye lashes and lots of games in boxes.He was very sweet but we were to young to be engaged so I decided to give men up and study mathematics instead as that has its own icy beauty…
  Wel,,nice meeting you.Have you dyed your hair;it’s got brown streaks.
  Oh,dear,Mary thought.Is it shoe polish? But who polishes suede shoes nowadays?
  Stan was following Mary on his Face Bike.He was watching her from behind the bike racks in front of the HSBC Bank…
  Mary had had many bikes in her life.. what would a fortune teller make of that,he asked himself.
  Still,she had no idea Stan was nearby as she wandered nonchalantly along the grey pavement in her Rosella dress and Gabor suede Mary Janes..
  Now then, where shall I go to take the photos,she thought…maybe I’ll sit outside this Coffee Shop and pretend to feel faint if anyone asks me to buy coffee…
  she opened her bag and took out her Kindle Paperwhite… she was reading,
  Creative Imagery and Healing… and also Cars and Peace by Leo Wholeshaw.. a futuristic novel set in North London.In the first chapter a grandmother has been beheaded in North London.
  That’s a bit far fetched,Mary had thought when she read it but in fact Wholeshaw had been right on the ball when he wrote his e book and self published it on Cramuzon for £3.89…
  I wonder if I’d like to write a novel, Mary mused… just then she saw Stan on the other side of the road talking to a blonde bombshell dressed all in pink.
  I see,she thought.He didn’t know I’d be here as the pharmacy is half a mile away.
  Who is watching whom?Well.the morals be lacking but my grammar is incorrect, damn it!
  And  so swear of us

The still small voice,a whisper in the ear

Who will hear it in this noisy age?

Pandemonium food banks, fear of war?,

Buying more cheap clothes distill our rage.

Intelligence of any kind is rare

Sometimes suffering gives us time and spurs

Illness is creative for the few

Underneath the panic there is care.

Sit in in ancient churches for the view

Walk along the sea edge see the waves

Poetry music painting must engage

https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/cynicism

The picture is not cynical

The belief that people are only motivated by selfishness and insincerity.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cynicism_(philosophy)

Cynicism (Ancient Greek: κυνισμός) is a school of thought of ancient Greek philosophy as practiced by the Cynics (Ancient Greek: Κυνικοί; Latin: Cynici). For the Cynics, the purpose of life is to live in virtue, in agreement with nature. As reasoning creatures, people can gain happiness by rigorous training and by living in a way which is natural for themselves, rejecting all conventional desires for wealth, power, and fame, and even flouting conventions openly and derisively in public. Instead, they were to lead a simple life free from all possessions.

https://psychcentral.com/lib/getting-anger-and-hostility-under-control#The-Basics-of-Anger-and-Hostility

https://betterhumans.pub/49-life-altering-lessons-i-learned-from-reading-a-million-poems-78f70f3071b0

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Here again, the challenge is when our unconscious beliefs and assumptions speed right past being adaptive and helpful, careening into an unhelpful, even dangerous place of rigidity. We say to ourselves and others, “Listen, I already know how the world works!”

And from this perspective

The Holocaust the death of God

Immeasurable pain , the precious blood.

Who contains and changes sin?

If God has left,the devil wins

0 the mother holds her tiny child

Gentle Jesus meet and mild.

The evil comes from human hearts

Love brings evil, God departs.

I pretend my right arm belongs to someone else
Then I stroke my left arm gently
I know it’s not you
But I like it anyway

I saw the black cat slink away
I didn’t know he has been near me
Now he has gone
For today

In the night I heard a siren
Was it inside me or outside
I seemed to have no boundaries
What do you say?

At the hospital, they seemed angry
How long have my feet been deformed?
Since I was in the womb
Before that, I don’t know.

I bought sweet cyclamen and thought of you
Wandering through wild meadows by my side
I don’t know where to put them,they might die.
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue

All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought sweet cyclamen,remembered you
Wandering through wild meadows by my side.

I bought some cyclamen and thought of you
Wandering through dear meadows by my side
I don’t know where to put them,they might die.
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue

All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought sweet cyclamen,remembered you
Wandering through wild meadows by my side.

I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought these cyclamen,oh, where are you?

I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought these cyclamen love, where are you?