Beyond ›Schmazzibuzzi‹ [love twaddle & shallowness]
Thursday, 19. November 2009, 15:47:49
»I am inviting all of you to my blog – This Life – [http://my.opera.com/mynonde/blog/show.dml/4434031?cid=10860682#comment10860682] to read the running commentary by dedx and myself. I would be grateful if each one of you joined in the debate … we all have one common enemy and that is abuse in whatever form … or lack of respect for man.«
••• 1 comment: mynonde/19. October 2009, 17:27
Hi there, I was looking at how much time has passed and all the wasted years … its regrets on not realising then that in my youth, I had more power and energy to change my destiny than I have now.
••• 2 comment: dedx/11. November 2009, 10:40
I’m right here, I suppose. But I wouldn’t recommend positive thinking.
Once I met a young white philosophical crank who, seeing me talking on some daily life problems of lower classes in third world countries gave the advise: ›Think you are happy then you are happy.‹
He just had supper. Fine delicacies. Outside the restaurant played some neglected children, always hungry, sometimes begging.
I stood up, took the plate of the wise, went outside and gave it to the children.
All people present watched close what would happen.
Back in the room I sat down opposite the wise white and replied his former advise: Think you are filled and you will have enough.
And so on. A wise white won’t be angry. Publicly.
••• 1 comment: mynonde/19. October 2009, 17:27
Hi there, I was looking at how much time has passed and all the wasted years … its regrets on not realising then that in my youth, I had more power and energy to change my destiny than I have now.
••• 2 comment: dedx/11. November 2009, 10:40
I’m right here, I suppose. But I wouldn’t recommend positive thinking.
Once I met a young white philosophical crank who, seeing me talking on some daily life problems of lower classes in third world countries gave the advise: ›Think you are happy then you are happy.‹
He just had supper. Fine delicacies. Outside the restaurant played some neglected children, always hungry, sometimes begging.
I stood up, took the plate of the wise, went outside and gave it to the children.
All people present watched close what would happen.
Back in the room I sat down opposite the wise white and replied his former advise: Think you are filled and you will have enough.
And so on. A wise white won’t be angry. Publicly.
WIDGETIZE