Rants and Observations
If you are retired, weak or no one wants what you can do anymore, you need to worry.
Positive answers to these questions may mean you have a chance:
- How much, if at all, do I want to survive?
- This could depend on, Am I armed and willing to kill to live?
- Am I willing to steal from others?
- Can I evoke sympathy or fear in others? If things get really bad, children, the old and lovers are abandoned.
- Do I possess something that others want enough to feed and protect me? Money, gold and other such only have a value till people stop believing in them.
-Will my money have value, when governments just print more?
Until faced with a real situation none of knows whether out theoretical answers are true. Suicide might be tempting.
The animal kingdom is instructive. The crippled old and weak are cannibalized or abandoned.
In extremis, survivors behave like animals.
Would your answer to desiring survival change, if the world were run by hyenas?
Maybe it already is?
Every Troy has its Kassandra and every Hundred Acre Wood its Eeyore? That’s me.
The highlight of our today was that we walked around our garden and wilderness, about a kilometer. We chatted to our Tica friend and neighbor over the fence. She is also self-isolating.
they climb the rocky path to the church in original capitol of Cartago. If they drip blood, they are doing it properly.
There will be no return to what we thought was 'Normal'.
Maybe that is a good thing? Self-isolating makes you reassess what is important. We valued: freedom to travel; to buy computers, clothes, fancy foods; eat out; socialize and more.
We are reliant on the internet for so much, especially when isolated. It too may be threatened. We could be cut off in isolation.
We reflect on how innessential much of our activity and spending was. Maybe for many and for the environment this reassessment will be a good thing.
Today, the saddest thing for me was not preparing a good breakfast and lunch for the two people who work for us. In the past, it seemed to be a chore, but it made me feel good to treat them well and with respect. For now, we are paying them to buy their own. It is unsafe for us to be in close contact with them.
We live in a strange world.
The illusions become weirder with my medications.
Today I awoke from a vivid dream, so graphically realistic that maybe awakening is the dream.
A nun, dressed in the usual flapping penguin costume, entered my circle of light. I was lolling on a chaise long. It seemed to be in Louis XV style. She carried a strangely shaped cushion in her outstretched arms. It was covered in light brown silk. I was immediately erotically attracted to it, but extremely concerned that I might scratch the silk as she handed it to me.
I waited lustfully till she retreated into the surrounding blackness. As I excitedly prepared to do whatever one might do with it, which was unclear, I awoke. Frustrated I surveyed the cushions on the sofa. None seemed even slightly attractive.
In my waking world, Simone the Parrot seems to be considering Catholicism. After her breakfast she likes to watch her favorite TV shows. She prefers cartoons about teddy bears, Poco Yo narrated by Stephen Fry and dancing pink elephants. We have to avoid anything with nasty wolves, sharks and cats, or she squawks the house down.
Today Netflix was not working on her TV, so the Sunday religious programs were on. We assumed she would be bored. Wrong! She seemed mesmerized by the green vestments and hand gestures of the priest. He led the ceremony in a baroque church full of gilded statues and singing devotees. Maybe we should book her some catechism lessons.