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Although she has not regain the level of vision she had before her lens became detached.  And she has now seemingly happily, but rather subduedly and quietly, celebrated her Centenary Year. Which is an history landmark not known to have been achieved by any of her relatives. And as this unprecedented milestone is now left behind by now a full month, life for my dear mother is continuing much as it has been for many a months and years now.  Those closest to her, including myself and her daughters-in-laws, continue to regularly visit and tend to her.  With these visits probably now being seen by her as the highlight of her week. While her carers continue to be the mainstay of her daily care. On a daily level, my dear mother continues to regurgitate her frequently repeated dissatisfaction with most, if not the mainplayers in her life.  To be continued!

I see them as great examples of the ingenuity and supreme craftsmanship of the people who built them. The religions rituals and artifacts of us humans are many, as are our perceptions of the gods of each religion.   Even when the faithful proclaim that they worship the same God, or that their is only one God, which they doubtlessly see as 'their God.' If the 'God' of all men, all women, all children, and all of us humans,  is the same 'God. ' Then why so much conflict and wars over religion?  It is probably not surprising that we can attribute much of this conflict to the 'different 'prophets' and their different  interpretations of what they purport that 'God' tells them.   And their different cultures which have become religionised in it manifestation and presentation. Just as how a people's language is a verbal and oral expression of their culture, so has their/our religions become 'a pseudo-spiritual.' 

Thank you, I said, and make my exit. Having made my way across the road and descended the steps from the bridge to the Canal, I turned to my left.  Having already decided that it was that part of the Canal I would travel on this occasion.  The path along which I embarked,  was compacted earth flanked on both sides by irregular grass verges.  It was not very inviting, but I decided to get walking. Trying to avoid as much of the muddy bits and duck shit as I could.   While avoiding falling into the Canal or walking into over-hanging branches and having my face slapped by projecting branches. By now, I was being blessed by a lightly falling drizzle of rain, which, as I continued along the path and during my return journey. Would developed into a more rapid, though still relatively light, but rather icy rain.  Whereas on my forward journey, the soft drizzle would hit the Canal's water and make small ripples.   On my return journey the rain drops would b

Did I tick the wrong box on the re-order prescription leaflet, or did the relevant staff at my surgery made a mistake and ordered the medication I do not need, instead of the one I do need?  I have no way of proving that the mistake was not mine, so I got dressed for the journey to the first the surgery, and then for my Canal walk. It was a fresh and cold, but not freezing morning. With my hat, warm coat and gloves on, as I walked briskly along the street I could feel the chilled breeze aerodynamically making its way from in front of me and along the exposed parts of my neck.  Closing the rest of the zip at the top of my coat did the trick, as I continue to walk purposefully along the road.  Feeling a bit self-conscious as I contemplate what some of the people in the passing traffic might be thinking of me.  It was not long before I was at the surgery explaining my medical dilemma to one of the receptionists, if that is what they are still called.  She w

Welcome back; it has been some weeks now since I wrote the last account on my journeys along the Canal path.  With Winter now having set in and there being not as many enticing days to lure me out and about, my sojourns to the Canal have been reduced.  Today, however, has been an exception. Although it was not a great morning, with the Sun having been made invisible.   By been covered over by a visibly impenetrable light grew duvet of cloud blanketing the visible sky.  However, whatever the weather, as the saying goes, on this morning I had to make my way to my local Surgery, to order a repeat prescription for a medical condition I have.  It might not confer any benefit to the reader to know the full story about how this situation came about.  So, suffice it to say, having opened the paper bag in which I collected my medication from the pharmacy a week or more ago.   I was rather shocked to find a different medication from the one I had, or thought I ha

Contrary to what the Christian Bible has said about the 'fool saying in his heart, that there is no 'God.'  It really is the case that there is no 'God.' Except, that is, for the one that we have imagined in our, not 'hearts', but 'minds.   And which we given life to, and build beautiful and magnificent  places of worship for him to inhabit.  And where us humans cna congregate pretend to have monologues with our 'Gods.'  Yes, it is us, humans, who have evolved the ability to imagine and create in our psyche, a sentient but imaginary  being more powerful than us , and not the other way around.  'God' has not created us in his own image, but rather, it is us, we who have created 'God' in our own image.  We have done so at a stage of our psychological and intellectual development when we were still living in excessive knowledge darkness and an abundance of fear, ignorance and superstition.  And now, after man

However, time does changes us; including my dear mother. Which is why I am pleased to be able to say she is showing more evidence of a stoic philosophical approach to her life.   As she is drawn relentless towards the curtain which separates us, the now living, from the impenetrable precipice of our common destiny.  Oblivion, where we are consumed into the unthinking state of unergosumness. A state of de-existence as a viable organism. She presents as being calmer; probably more at peace with her cogitations than she had been before.  Even if, with the appropriate stimuli, she, as are likely to be most people, return to her 'bugbear' or formulaic response. My dear mother has now gotten through two major events. She has come through her corrective eye surgery, which has been relatively successful.   To be continued!

'In the history of humans, probably the biggest irony and evidence of our apparent irrationality.  Is the fact that we have extinguished tens of millions of actual human lives, in our quest to buy uncertain eternal life from the gods.' And not one which is currently being enjoyed by whatever essence remains of the now dead and disembodied and/or 'sleeping' souls of those of our kind who are no longer interactively accessible to us. It is pointless trying to realise it during or after 'our life-time', because it is not something which is attainable.  And, ipso facto, a conscious state of 'paradise' is not something which we can realise after death, since 'death is death', a state of unergosuness, if you like.  To have a record of an event, an experience involving ourselves or others.  We must, of necessity, still be capable of experiencing, which means we must still be having a viable life. Let each person endeavour to att

Which is that of 'making better and more advanced weapons, to give their users the military edge other those on whom they are used. Humans have moved from a position of needing to develop better weapons to fight amongst ourselves.  To that of needing to create tensions, conflicts and wars to test out and use the advanced weapons of destruction which we have developed.  So as to maintain the weapons industry and secure its jobs and wealth creation potential. There seems to be little to suggest that, in us humans making shrines and museums to remind us of the evil which past and current generations have perpetrated on their contemporaries.   Will or can ever be an effective deterrent to present or future generations perpetrating them.  Even when we are taught and learn the 'preferred lessons of the history of past generations.'  There can be no guarantee that everybody will collectively apply them, which is the only way they can beco