Misunderstanding
Paradox is back!
Logging in the lobby of oil, diamonds and gold (watches).
The ruminations and cud chewing did not pause but cyberspace vaguaries in deepest nirvana delayed the divulgation of paradoxi.
The bus ride below (did you read it, dear readers?) is about a misunderstanding. How much of life is misunderstanding? All of it? Or most of it?
What about the baby born of one, the misconceived conception from the burst latex glove. A misunderstanding.
And what about the death bourne on one, the mistaken judgement from the nervous soldier, the tired driver or the zealous jury. A misunderstanding.
What if the life created through misunderstanding is also ended through misunderstanding?
How much do you really know?
All we know for certain is that we are likely to be wrong.
Dear reader, how dare you be so presumptious as to pre-judge anything. Prejudice is to prejudge.
Remember... we never know.
Next up on Paradox, the Paulo Flores peregrination continues... in Benguela, and with pictures.
To close, do you know the expression - to chew the cud? Have you ever wandered where it comes from? Digest two examples...
Which sentiment being a pretty hard morsel, and bearing something of the air of a paradox, we shall leave the reader to chew the cud upon it to the end of the chapter.
Logging in the lobby of oil, diamonds and gold (watches).
The ruminations and cud chewing did not pause but cyberspace vaguaries in deepest nirvana delayed the divulgation of paradoxi.
The bus ride below (did you read it, dear readers?) is about a misunderstanding. How much of life is misunderstanding? All of it? Or most of it?
What about the baby born of one, the misconceived conception from the burst latex glove. A misunderstanding.
And what about the death bourne on one, the mistaken judgement from the nervous soldier, the tired driver or the zealous jury. A misunderstanding.
What if the life created through misunderstanding is also ended through misunderstanding?
How much do you really know?
All we know for certain is that we are likely to be wrong.
Dear reader, how dare you be so presumptious as to pre-judge anything. Prejudice is to prejudge.
Remember... we never know.
Next up on Paradox, the Paulo Flores peregrination continues... in Benguela, and with pictures.
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To close, do you know the expression - to chew the cud? Have you ever wandered where it comes from? Digest two examples...
Which sentiment being a pretty hard morsel, and bearing something of the air of a paradox, we shall leave the reader to chew the cud upon it to the end of the chapter.
During the long summer day, as his sheep cropped the good grass which the gods had made to grow for them, or lay with their forelegs doubled under their breasts and chewed the cud, Haita, reclining in the shadow of a tree, or sitting upon a rock, played so sweet music upon his reed pipe that sometimes from the corner of his eye he got accidental glimpses of the minor sylvan deities, leaning forward out of the copse to hear; but if he looked at them directly they vanished.
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3 Comments:
selfish gene!!?!? must be back reading it after my over-killing last final exam !!:-\
Good luck in your exam, and with your blog. Take care...
wow ! i always go back to read this part!
yeah, we are the result of a very short moment of misunderstanding or an ignorance...
but suddenly there we are with a lot of demands... and an urge to cry out our presence by destroying things, by killing people and animals... by consuming more and wanting even more...
and yeah with a stupid prejudgment.
i really liked this post!
:)
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