ramblinrusher

Saturday, September 16, 2006

and a hop and a skip

One of lifes lesser known pleasures must be skipping down a street, or less embarrassingly, down a flight of stairs. Everytime I do it (and I don't do it often enough), my heart too skips with joy and is gloriously unburdened of its hard egotistic shell...

time stops


Watching a bee going in and out of 10, 20, 30 flowers in a bush, until finally, with a flourish, he rises up in the sky and heads home.

bigger better

It seems that man is afflicted with this desire to be somehow better than the other. If, for instance, by pure stroke of luck or good upbringing or through hard earned experience and introspection, he is not racist or religionist or nationalist, ie not putting people of his own ethnicity or religion or country first, then he will most probably succumb to other methods of superiority. That he be better because of where he lives, who his father is, how he talks, what he does, his income, where he goes for holidays, what he buys and wears, his cultured upbringing and morality etc. whereas it may well be near impossible to teach morality in children without a sense of what is right and thus superior, the fact is that most things in life are neither good nor bad, wrong or right. But for the most part, we forget this...

cousin


Its only when I am face to face with a vulture... Eye to eye... 20 inches from each other, that I realise the common ancestry that we must have... For their eyes, ears, nose, mouth and for that matter, wrinkled forehead, are positioned in exactly the same place ... just like ours... And I look, not into the eyes of a bird.. But at my distant cousin.