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Pack up loneliness, and hello tenderness

I've been waiting for your call for so long

And must've been hard just to follow your soul

To stick to the road that your heart wants you to go

And as you slide through the door

With your morals on your sleeve

I think it's time for all those morals to leave

So let's get down and freaky baby

Let's get restless baby

Come on get crazy with me

And I see when you're loving me, I'm loving you

I love the prowess in the things that you do

And it's your flawless soul that bleeds my stone

And when you're loving me, I'm loving you

And that's when we've got it going on

"A kind of light spread out from her

And everything changed color

And the world opened out

And the day was good to awaken to

And there were no limits to anything

And the people of the world were good and handsome

And I was not afraid anymore "

―John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Please take a look at her version of this,

two portraits of our elves-selves : Oceane here and Me here

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To my strong girl, to my light in dark times, to the girl who is unconditionally kind, the girl with the brave heart and smart mind, the girl who supports others with wide arms and a warm smile, the girl whose morals never fall out of line, you deserve everything good and divine.

To the Ying to my Yang, to my Twinnie that I love so deeply ♥

♫ Something Wonderful - Fakear ✨

Wait and see what is on the other side

Trust in me, live it all, make it golden

Why shouldn't we run over these steps and rise?

'Cause you got, you got nothing to lose, you got it all in me

There'll be ups and downs, highs and lows

In the darkest fire, you'll make it snow

You got this, baby, you got this

Keep on trying hard, don't take it slow

You'll be breaking the walls, it'll make it glow

You got this, you got this

There's something wonderful

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Rice terraces, a couple working together.

"Agriculture is our wisest pursuit because it will, in the end, contribute most to real wealth, good morals & happiness." "The farmer has to be an optimist or he wouldn't still be a farmer." "A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handyman with a sense of humus."

Brenda Schoepp

"My grandfather used to say that once in your life you need a doctor, a lawyer, a policeman, and a preacher. But every day, three times a day, you need a farmer."

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This photo was taken at the Kabuki-chou crossing on the Yasukuni Doori avenue. It is a classic location to take photos of Shinjuku.

Kabuki-chou was so named as there was a plan to relocate the Kabuki Theatre from Ginza. The plan did not realise but the name remained. A theatre was constructed instead by the Touhou movie company, which was rebuilt recently as the Godzilla building as you see today.

From the late 16th to early 17th century, there were groups of people who wore outlandish clothes with odd hairstyles, involved in crimes and violence, and violated public morals and government orders. Kabuki originally meant such conducts. They may be a root of Yakuza gangs.

Izumono Okuni (出雲阿国), the founder of Kabuki, invented a dance performance influenced by their fashion and unusual aesthetic sense. Although Kabuki as a theatre-play is gentrified by now, actors' costumes, make-ups and conducts retain the original identity.

Kabuki-cho is said to be the safest gangtown in the world. It is safe as far as you behave properly, but it is a fact that there are offices of Yakuza here and there. Kabuki-cho sounds like a suitable name for the original meaning of Kabuki.

The killer moment

Imagine a world where every single day you have to go out and hunt down your food

The alternative... starvation!

Many of the morals and standards (most of us) live by would quickly evaporate... Replaced by one simple truth...

Survival of the fittest!

That phrase originated from Darwinian evolutionary theory as a way of describing the mechanism of natural selection

And explains why creatures like this Buzzard are so magnificently evolved into what they are

It perhaps also explains our attraction to them., reminding us of our primeval and ancestral hunter gatherer past

Look again at that dot. That's here, that's home, that's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. ~Carl Sagan

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

“To educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society.” - Theodore Roosevelt

Who's Next is the fifth studio album by English rock band The Who. It developed from the aborted Lifehouse project, a multi-media rock opera written by the group's guitarist Pete Townshend as a follow-up to the band's 1969 album Tommy. The project was cancelled owing to its complexity (...) but the group salvaged some of the songs, without the connecting story elements, to release as their next album.

Who's Next was an immediate success when it was released on 14 August 1971.

One of my all time favorite albums.

Happy 50th anniversary!

(about Won't Get Fooled Again) "Townshend described the song as one "that screams defiance at those who feel any cause is better than no cause". He later said that the song was not strictly anti-revolution despite the lyric "We'll be fighting in the streets", but stressed that revolution could be unpredictable, adding, "Don't expect to see what you expect to see. Expect nothing and you might gain everything".

(From Wikipedia)

"We'll be fighting in the streets

With our children at our feet

And the morals that they worship will be gone

And the men who spurred us on

Sit in judgement of all wrong

They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution

Take a bow for the new revolution

Smile and grin at the change all around

Pick up my guitar and play

Just like yesterday

Then I'll get on my knees and pray

We don't get fooled again..." youtu.be/UDfAdHBtK_Q

*Working Towards a Better World

An important quote by Chris Hydes we should all take heed and try and implement this action in each of our societies.

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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

"A 2013 study showed that couples' selections of rooms at love hotels were made by women roughly 90% of the time. The Businesses Affecting Public Morals Regulation Law was amended in 2010, imposing even stricter limitations and blurring the line between regular hotels and love hotels."

Love hotel - Popular Top 10%

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“Top 15 Things Money Can’t Buy

Time. Happiness. Inner Peace. Integrity. Love. Character. Manners. Health. Respect. Morals. Trust. Patience. Class. Common sense. Dignity.”

― Roy T. Bennett ―

“Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”

― Roy T. Bennett ―

“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.”

― Roy T. Bennett ―

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Bushido refers to the attitudes, morals and behaviours of the samurai. Here is a list of the Bushido codes:

i. Rectitude or Justice

ii. Courage

iii. Benevolence or Mercy

iv. Politeness

v. Honesty and Sincerity

vi. Honor

vii. Loyalty

viii. Character and Self-Control

Posed portrait taken at the Sydney Exhibition Centre at Darling Harbour.

July, 2022

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Morals? I guess it depends on who is asking.

Tune: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mac95k85pJw&list=PLH22-xSMERQ...

Use my breath for every line you'll take, when you are lonely, words are holy

A deadly grip on lies, sing to these blood red skies, hail Mary, whisper softly

What you became

Some things never change and so we

We learn from all your hate

We are lost in your mistakes

Play our hymn for the brand new day

We burn, we learned

Here's to your martyr watch her morals bend, an empty story we grow hungry

To reclaim the notes we lend, you cannot win, when saints are glory I'll die slowly

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

Hahaha, this is about you

Beware, beware, be skeptical

Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold

Deceit so natural

But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning

Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?

No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks

So could you

Tell me how you're sleeping easy

How you're only thinking of yourself

Show me how you justify

Telling all your lies like second nature

Listen, mark my words, one day

You will pay, you will pay

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Aware, aware, you stalk your prey

With criminal mentality

You sink your teeth into the people you depend on

Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide

I smell the blood of a petty little coward

Jack be lethal, Jack be slick

Jill will leave you lonely dying in a filthy ditch

So could you

Tell me how you're sleeping easy

How you're only thinking of yourself

Show me how you justify

Telling all your lies like second nature

Listen, mark my words, one day

You will pay, you will pay

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Listen

Some friends told me that they miss me here so I decided to wish all of you wonderful weekend and an amazing pre-christmas-time!

than a moral. Even when it contains a fossil, it teaches history rather than morals :-)

John Burroughs, "The Gospel of Nature," Time and Change, 1912

HFF!!

rose, 'Dick Clark', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina

I was raised in a very sale oriented family and so I really have to be careful of my initial impulses and limit my purchases to things I know I definitely will use (and try to support small businesses and artists, too!) and be ever conscious of those around me who have less. There isn't anything wrong with shopping for after holiday sales as long as it is things you will use or need....but I would say that, if you can, also give money to your local food depository/shelter because they need it more than ever and check out some of the Go Fund Me requests in your city though a simple Google search. If you'd rather give to organizations vs individuals, I would recommend Southern Poverty Law Center, ACLU, and Innocence Project if you live in the US. Let's keep others in mind now more than ever! Besides, I find when I buy something I really shouldn't have, I feel terrible inside but when I donate, I feel much better about that choice.

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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

This isn't the greatest photo as it was just my phone that I used. With the rise of both AI and government surveillance, I don't want to post any photos where someone can be identified with facial recognition software. We live in a very alarming world right now where our freedoms are being taken away.

All the more reason to protest, though. Some of you international artists may have seen that there was a huge showing in several major cities. Our news outlets here are pretty terrified of Trump but even the republican ones like Fox News is still showing his approval rating is low 30s...which makes you wonder how low it actually is. Of course, when they can't win an election, they try to just cheat more and that's exactly what they are doing with new voting restrictions proposed. We don't have three branches of government these days, we have a reincarnated Marie Antoinette who has gotten away with extreme wealth while the constituents suffer.

When Trump was first elected, I thought the worst thing that anyone could do in my country was put children in cages. Now, it's an entire industry. Meanwhile, we're waging a war that initially some Iranians thought might be their chance out of decades of oppression...like one could ever trust the US to do anything on behalf of humanity.

Between the ICE Raids targeting innocent mothers and the lack of nutrition and health care, there's of course the Epstein Files, which it seems obvious Trump's wars are just trying to cover up. When you start to look deeper and see kids on missing person's lists are mentioned, you realize, the rich and powerful likely kidnapped, raped, then murdered some of these children and, unlike in other countries, people have yet to be held accountable here. For years, QAnon thought Trump was just "infiltrating the deep state" of Epstein despite decades of photos and notes that were revealed between the two pedophile friends and they ended up succeeding in electing the pedophile criminal they were so determined was some sort of truth seeker. I don't know how people are so absolutely illogical but there you have it....a lack of education, of believing everything on their screen, of no critical thinking has all culminated into this moment.

So what is going to happen now? Does it mean anything at all to protest peacefully? Probably not. The billionaires in this oligarchy masquerading as a democracy control everything and we've just gone too far down this rabbit hole. They have no morals and have all the power. They will do what they see fit and NOT ask questions later.

So, why protest? Why resist? I guess, for one's own sense of humanity. Continue to object, resist, say no with every cell in your body. Realize that there is an evil presence that has taken over and convinced many of the "religious" people that he is Jesus, as if Jesus ever hung out with billionaires and murdered innocent people. If we are to persist not as Americans but as humans, we must continue to say, "I believe this is wrong." That's all there is to it.

**All photos are copyrighted**

London, England

“I don't know what London's coming to — the higher the buildings the lower the morals.”

― Noël Coward, Collected Sketches and Lyrics

I got morals, on Sundays....... and sometimes on Wednesdays.....

Tunes: www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLqqefYKN9E

The only Zen you find on tops of mountains is the Zen you bring there.

Robert M Pirsig.

Robert Maynard Pirsig (born September 6, 1928) is an American writer and philosopher, and the author of the philosophical novels Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values (1974) and Lila: An Inquiry into Morals (1991).

He is of German and Swedish descent. His father was a University of Minnesota Law School (UMLS) graduate, and started teaching at the school in 1934. The elder Pirsig served as the law school dean from 1948 to 1955, and retired from teaching at UMLS in 1970. He resumed his career as a professor at the William Mitchell College of Law, where he remained until his final retirement in 1993.

Because he was a precocious child, with an I.Q. of 170 at age 9, Robert Pirsig skipped several grades and was enrolled at the Blake School in Minneapolis. At 15, Pirsig was awarded a high school diploma (in May 1943) and entered the University of Minnesota to study biochemistry that autumn. In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, he described the central character, thought to represent him, as being far from a typical student; he was interested in science as a goal in itself, rather than as a way to establish a career. Source Wikipedia.

What about the value of Granddad's word in today's morals?"

Robert Brault

j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

I shot this tattered USA flag at an antique store in Yarmouth Port, Cape Cod with my Olympus OMD EM 1ii. Processed with Snapseed and Enlight apps. Our flag will fly forever, our Founding Fathers’ wishes will stay forever, but we need to rise above the current administration’s actions that undermine our moral foundation.

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♪ ♫There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

and the vermin of the world inhabit it

and its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit

and it goes by the name of London...

At the top of the hole sit a privileged few

Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo

turning beauty to filth and greed...

I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,

for the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru

but there's no place like London!♪ ♫

♫ Feel me ♫

HSS 😊😊😍

I know that AI has some beneficial qualities, and those I am delighted with. However, I am apprehensive about the harm it may cause.

With heartfelt thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful day, stay healthy, stay alert, appreciate the beauty around you, enjoy your creativity, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️

Friendship is an extraordinary mixture that humans feel the need to develop, feel and maintain for a harmonization of group life. It is of a bewitching resonance, making a softness and an ardour of well-being, to live well and especially to communicate well. It surpasses benevolence, which goes far beyond simple behavior and a gracious sympathy customary to good morals. Friendship is this bond woven with tenderness, benevolence, altruism, generosity and especially honesty.

Why are you doing this to me?

Am I not living up to what I'm supposed to be?

Why am I seething with this animosity?

(Hey god) I think you owe me a great big apology

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

I really don't know what you mean

Seems like salvation comes only in our dreams

I feel my hatred grow all the more extreme

(Hey god) can this world really be as sad as it seems?

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't take it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't take it away from me, I need someone to hold on to

Don't tear it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't tear it away from me, I need you to someone on to

Don't tear it away from me, I need you to hold on to

Don't tear it, don't tear it, don't tear it, don't tear it, don't

there's nothing left for me to hide

I lost my ignorance, security and pride

I'm all alone in a world you must despise

(Hey god) I believed the promises, your promises and lies

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

Terrible lie

You made me throw it all away

My morals left to decay (terrible lie)

How many you betray you've taken everything (terrible lie)

My head is filled with disease

My skin is begging you please (terrible lie)

I'm on my hands and knees, I want so much to believe

www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSjPAwsEXMU

(Inspired by "Terrible Lie" by Nine Inch Nails, off the 1989 album "Pretty Hate Machine)

The Red head is an aptly named diving duck that frequents the Eastern US during the cold winter months. It is estimated that 80 percent of the North American redhead population winters in the Laguna Madre of Texas and Mexico, but some do make it to the Chesapeake Bay area.

The Redhead is known to lay eggs in the nests of other Redheads, at least 10 other duck species, and even nests of the American Bittern and Northern Harrier. Many parasitically laid eggs fail to hatch.

Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

carl sagan pale blue dot. 1994

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“A straight line is shortest in morals as well as in geometry”

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Mankind would have become as the Great Old Ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.

H.P. Lovecraft

Taken at Whitechapel

THE ANIMAL CRUSADE

One day all the sties and burrows opened

And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring

cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture

the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn

You could see by their snouts that they meant business

You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr

They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke

once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero

the one with the garden

They were, to cut a long story short, fed up

And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off

the flayed skin of flight had faded

The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses

that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers

gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication

Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black

as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black

It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye

At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon

as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids

So the holy animals

travelled the holy world

And do you know how or why?

Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!

Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness

or bled a city dry

Now and then trampled on a Jesus

or struck down a prophet or a princess

They were beginning to get tired

Haste no longer necessary

The one day’s deities left the fire

H.H. ter Balkt

Translation: Willem Groenewegen

I have a home

When others are homeless.

Am I a good person?

I take a bath every day in winter when

Others don't have access to drinking water.

Am I a good person?

I sometimes buy clothes I don't need because they are on sale when others don't have warm clothing or clothes without holes.

Am I a good person?

The people who most need to do art for their mental health cannot afford to do art and I have expensive camera equipment.

Am I a good person?

I have enough to eat for sustenance and I indulge in extra treats like chocolate when others go hungry.

Am I a good person?

I don't believe in violence as an answer but the taxes I pay fund my government's oppression of people all over the world.

Am I a good person?

I travel to different countries for pleasure

While others travel out of necessity to stay alive.

Am I a good person?

I am definitely a person with good intentions. I am also a lonely person, a human amazed by vastness, a philosophical person

and often a devastated person but

Am I a good person?

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