Once upon a time, it was possible to look at a rainbow and appreciate the magical artistry of Mother Nature. Perhaps a whimsical idea about a pot of gold at the end or the science of refracted light would come to mind. Or maybe the mind would become still, immersed in the beauty of the moment.
“This hat is too small.”
“This hat is too big.”
“And this hat is just wrong.”
“All of these hats stink, and so do the blood-stained, backwards beliefs they hang on,” said Goldilocks.
And she is correct.
I will take a pride of lions over a pack of opportunistic, ugly, shrieking hyenas all day, any day. Stealing a kill by outnumbering with a mob = dishonorable:
(Feel free to ignore the interstitial commentary, but notice how the female lions take down a full grown wildebeest in the first clip. Then, compare that to the hyenas targeting a baby zebra in the next clip and targeting a baby rhino in the next video. When the male lion shows up it is not about stealing food, it is about taking care of business by eliminating the matriarch. In the final clip, the female and male work together to destroy the enemy.)
And, if by instincts only, sometimes a lion might help out another species facing unfair circumstances: Continue reading Bring in the Lions
Life is too short to be wasting away.
Mundane is insane.
Passion and purpose.
Intelligent and informed.
Heart filled with love.
Apparently, it works well to conceal hypocritical truth beneath monumental historical lies while under the auspices of a book of diabolical deception and with the help of foreign military financing.
Behold, genocide unleashed by the “chosen” people in the “promised” land.
There are various ways of dealing with bullshit.
The ignorant aren’t even aware that there is bullshit present, they just know at a certain level that something stinks.
Some people try to ignore it, convince themselves it isn’t there and hope nobody else notices it.
Others try to hide it by saturating the air with perfume and placing a bouquet of flowers in front of the pile.
Then there are those who say, “Mmmmmm. There is a steaming pile of bullshit in here and isn’t it lovely!? I hope you are enjoying the delicious fragrance filling your nostrils. And aren’t your new pet flies fun?” Usually, they are the ones responsible for the bullshit being there.
As a consequence, some broken souls are aware of the bullshit but have been trained to fool themselves into thinking it is a good thing.
I prefer to simply say, “There is bullshit in here and it needs to be cleared out.” Then, go get a shovel, scoop it up, dispose of it, scrub the floor and prevent piles from being deposited in the future.
Life is good, and then you do it again.
If you are going to accept that all is one, you must also accept that one is all. It goes both ways and there is no way around it.