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In doing some fictionalised post based on people I have had the pleasure of displeasure of meeting on my journey through life.   I will naturally be spending more time on those who have displayed our share humanity, than on those who have presented themselves as being grumpy and unsociable, for whatever reasons. One of my favourite walks is to travel along the nearby waterways or canals that are readily accessible to me in my local area.  As might be expected, in doing so, I will come across a range of other humans, as well as dogs, fish, ducks, and birds.  The humans will include anglers, who enjoy the doing their fishing in the oftentimes still, quiet and sometimes murky waters of the canal.  I will also come across cyclists, some of whom will sometimes approach from behind and catch me unawares or alarm me with the shrill ting ling, ling of their cycle bell.  I will come across both young and older men and women walking their dogs and taking the opportunity to g

Using the old cliche, people have been moving from one place to another, one country to another, since before time immoral.  It has been the way of life of the hunter/gatherer, and has only abated when our ancestors found out that, with the development of commerce in not only gathering what nature has bestowed upon them.   But also cultivating and replenishing what they have taken from nature, they could sustain permanently living in 'a settled place.'  This adaptation to living in one place was, I would imagine, have been reinforced by the deterrence of risking war, by encroaching on or invading 'the lands of surrounding people's and tribes.  Yes, we humans might have bigger brains and better and more adaptable intellect and physiology to master our environment more than other primates.  But, at the most basic level, we are just as 'territorialistic' as the other primates and animals that either want to conquer the world or defend thei

The world of us humans are in a constant state of crisis, or, if you like, in state of constant crises.  And so it is, and neither does it make it any better when we, if we are to be the realists and pragmatists which this 'problem of human survival' requires to be properly, appropriately addressed and resolved, is not going to change.  You are going to rob people of their jobs and their livelihoods, goes the shrilled and frightened cries, if you closing down this, our factory.  If you stop us from cutting down this forest to plant soy beans, to make the land into a massive dairy and meat producing farm. To raise tens of thousands of pigs to produce meat.  You are going to drain the life-blood out of our town, our community, if you move our factory; what is our young people going to do?  These are all cries and refrain we have been hearing since us humans began to mass produce products, and then cease to do so.  To be continued!

There are times in our lives when we endeavour to be polite, to share our feelings of pleasure in being alive, living, with others.  This we sometimes attempt by trying to catch the eyes of a passing fellow human, with the exclamation of a hearty "Hello!", or a "Good morning!", or a "It is a lovely Day"', or a simple "Hiya!"  And if we are lucky, we will be rewarded with what sometimes seems to be a half-smile combined with an half-frown or mark of semi-disdain.  Or with a full-blown greeting which leaves no doubt about your original greeting being appreciated.  On the other hand, if you are out of luck, your greeting will be met with a stony face looking straight ahead and a body which shows no signs of you or your greeting being acknowledged.  An event which can leave you with feelings of being offended, of your humanity being violated and wounded by a callous act of rejection by your fellow human. To be continued!

Over the past several weeks, my dear mother, having suffered the dislodging of the lens of one of her eyes, has had it replaced. As it will take several months to heal, it is therefore not possible to say how successful the operation has been.  Understandably, anybody would perceive this uncertainty, this having to wait and see, with some anxiety and apprehension.  Some people, depending on their general mood and outlook on life, would assume a positivistic, upbeat approach, as they count the days elapsing.  Expressing and looking for positive signs of hope and encouragement, even though they might be, understandably, harbouring some anxiety.  Others might adopt and project the worse case scenario outlook; that of seemingly expecting everything to fall apart and go wrong. Somewhat sadly, my dear mother appears to fall somewhere along the latter spectrum, regarding her operation.  I can only hope that more positive developments are occurring regarding the success

'We cannot realise our future, if we are too afraid to leave the perceived certainties and dogmas of past behind, and courageously mould the present into the future.' There might not be many things in the existence and experience of us humans, which are pure.  Which are of only one thing or another, as opposed to being of more than one thing.  Being, as it were, a compound, as opposed to a pure element. And yet, this has not stopped some of us humans from not only wanting to be one thing, instead of the duality or multiplicities of which we are, but also to argue that we are already that very thing.  The extreme of which is to argue that we are of 'the pure race', or that 'we are in danger of being adulterated by other lesser 'races.' An apparition which is simply not capable of becoming a reality.  The idea that us humans can ever become exclusively one thing or another, as opposed to being of many.   For example, become solely g

It is a story which could only have arisen from the fertile but incredulous imagination of humans, of us, G.  Not you, the kind of God in whom I would believe in and would have wanted, if, for that matter, you ever existed.  Which, as you know, G., I do not. For, how can us humans, or, for that matter, the gods, if they exist, discern what is truly of 'the gods', 'the divine', if there be such, and what is of us humans?  Shall it not be according to the logic and provability of what is written and/or said? Unless, that is, the one deceptively presume to be speaking on behalf of the other. G.: So, T.: In a nutshell, as it were, you are saying that it cannot be proven that the historical figure called 'Jesus Christ', and born to one Mary Magdalene, was fathered by me. T.: Precisely that, G.! Furthermore, as you can gather, G. I am also saying that, despite the trillions of religious books, tracts, songs, hymns, documentaries, films and s

Had done more for the other than you had actually done. Looking back through the famed 'rose tinted prism of reflection.' Seemingly, it would appear that my dear mother's perception of what I now do for her, is forming a smaller image on her retina, than the much larger image of what she had done for me, being projected onto the retina of her memory of the past.  And yet, let me not be too judgemental of my dear mother, because her way of seeing, of perceiving of the world and its apparent unfairness, is not unique.  It is, it might be, it is likely to be no more than a phenomenon which is experienced, to a lesser or greater degree, by all of us humans who are blessed or cursed to live to comparatively advanced ages. As we advance into our senior years, many of us might find that we have to work harder to extract more satisfaction, pleasure and happiness out of the circumstances surrounding the different stages of our journey. But the challenges continue