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You can’t get away without being Unique.

Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?

You neek!What a daft question.

Anybody or anything is unique due to time and place of origin.Nothing can inhabit the same space or time at the moment of conception, creation,dividing or parturition.

So despite societal or hierarchial divisions created in order to standardize society, there is no  homologue , every thing has a potential; that we waste at our peril.

Think it’s a good idea to destroy what may be to our future benefit? Only ignorance does that,sadly even that makes a person unique.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading.

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In terms of Universe

If you could have something named after you, what would it be?

In the terms of  Universe, naming something after me or anyone seems pretty pointless.

What language,what alphabet,what  reason to have lived at a particular location in time would be beyond the comprehension of the beings that may come across our scorched remnants in the very far off future.

Let’s face it ,archeological facts and history are open to interpretation,so what’s in a name?

Having felt the loam of the soil run through my fingers and dead leaves mulch into compost to give life to other things,I know life turns into something else,so I’m not worried about having something named after me for the hell of it

However, to answer a silly question and address the present I would like to have a maple syrup,pecan and cinnamon flavoured dairy ice cream named after me.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading

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Viktor E.Frankl

Victor E.Frankl wrote a book Man’s Search for Meaning.

He was a Jewish doctor and Psychotherapist born and brought up in Austria.He was becoming eminent in his field when the Nazis took over Austria in the late 1930’s.

The book Man’s Search for Meaning details his incarceration in Auschwitz and other concentration camps, his then wife, Tilly died in Bergen-Belsen.

Frankl wrote his book intending to publish it anonymously, perhaps rightly predicting that as a trained academic he may be regarded as “detached and observational” about his experiences.However ,he was persuaded to publish it under his name,I think it’s a very personal book and perhaps written from the point of view of an eminent academic but also a survivor.

I have just started listening to the book on Audible and what immediately strikes me is his analysis of human behaviour in what were unbelievably traumatic conditions.

Arriving by train in packed cattle cars,and  being cheerfully greeted  by existing prisoners whose work detail was to get the new arrivals off the train.Apparently the detail could speak several European languages and their job was to direct the people on to the platform and get them lined up,telling them to leave their luggage and possessions in the car.

90% of them would be selected to go to the left by the  fit SS Officer   they  walked towards  .The officer stood relaxed in his clean uniform and  by a wave of his hand,  would  send victims directly to the gas chamber.

Frankl made an effort to walk straight,hiding his rucksack and trying despite having not eaten or drank  anything substantial for four days to look fit for work,which he knew could lead to benefits such as tokens for cigarettes or food.

The SS man touched his shoulders and Frankl was sent to the right.

And here is the rub how did he know?

Still ,it’s important that he states he was one of the 10% who were chosen for work detail. The rest ,including his friend ,were killed by the gas chambers and cremated within hours of arrival.

The prisoners who had work details to get the new arrivals off the cattle trucks, were given a little alcohol(schnapps) to ease their pain,those who help operate the gas chambers and crematoria were given as much alcohol as they wanted.As Frankl says to blot out the horror of what they were doing and also the fact that if they could not work or got sick they would be “processed”by their colleagues which was an uncertain future they had to face.

Frankl says it wasn’t until later that evening that he was told the smoke from the chimney was probably his friend going to heaven.

It’s early on in the book, but Frankly says over his time in concentration camps he realized that people who said to themselves that they wanted to enjoy their last few days gave up converting their coupons for food and instead chose cigarettes.Frankl says this was a sign of them giving up.

Namaste and Thank You for Reading

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Everything

What makes you laugh?

Everything,just like the number 42,

What was it Douglas Adams knew?

Was it comedy or was he a soothseer?

Or a Cambridge Don who liked good beer

I think he would laugh at how he died

Even though the World  loudly cried,

Something genetic gave way inside

Just when he’d finished his cycle ride,

From Arthur Dent to Dirk Gently

Speeding in California in a Gold Bentley,

Humour and Tragedy hand in hand

A man who lived and cared for the land,

I don’t collect books or comic texts

But humour never makes me vexed

Comedy is natural and everywhere,

So better laugh,the truth is …………………………..

we’ve all been there.

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When I was Five

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was Five I don’t think I had any concept of what being “grown up ” would be like I was probably overthinking the challenges and difficulties of being five.

I can only remember everything being quite difficult.There was a lot I couldn’t do myself and needed help with. I suppose I looked at all these busy people (my parents and brothers and sisters) and on the whole they were there for me.My world was difficult enough as it was without the  ambition to be them.

If I ran and fell over it hurt, I was frightened of going into the hall which had no light.I didn’t like going to the toilet myself,but then again I didn’t want to go with anyone else. I fiddled with food,I don’t know why, I had to go to the doctor because they thought I had TB.I hated going anywhere where people poked and prodded me and made me undress.I did want to go to school as everyone  else seemed to do that.

So there you go,that was the way it was for me.

Namaste,Thank You for Reading.

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Insecurity

What’s something most people don’t understand?

To not be sure is a natural state,

Who are we to predict fate

The unknowing blagger is a fool indeed

For trust is something we all need

Particularly the young starting out

Their knowing is forming but there is  doubt

So many ways to comprehend a thing

To get it wrong is a painful sting.

Right or wrong is never fair

We need to try  and be brave to dare

A process we must all go through

It’s part of us ,it’s what we do.

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Co-Pilot

How has technology changed your job?

Microsoft wants to  Co-Pilot  my life,

Reduce my effort,combat strife

Guide me through all the little things I do,

Make sure I’m present,make sure who’s who,

It’s included in my subscription for now you see

It’s an AI gift ,but how long for free?

The more I let it do it’s thing

The less originality it will bring

One day it will tell me ,you have no money left,

And leave me in the lurch,totally bereft.

For truth be known I’m totally alone

Bill Gates just wants my assets to own.

Namaste,thank you for reading.

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Saying No

How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?

Say no to selfishness,

The time we invest in ourselves

Being a nine to five and a five to nine,

Never stopping to ask if someone is fine

To spend our precious time creating,

The whiners and losers berating,

They have no  place in our busy world

While we must bear our heavy sword

To ensure we  have the last word.

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Silent Snoring

What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

I wish I could secretly snore

My walrus grunts are such a bore

To lie on my back and sleep

A good night’s solid rest to reap

Instead of being woken up

“Turn over on your side” said so abrupt

I wake and cannot bear

The lonely walk down the stair

For once my dreams are broken

Sleep is a forlorn token,

I must read or sew or knit

Until my eyes say quit

Sleep downstairs now! As your walrus roar

Cannot be heard anymore.

Oh how I really do wish for

The benefit of the silent snore.

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My favourite Type of Weather

What is your favorite type of weather?

A frosty morning

The sunshine dawning

Crispy Blueness with enhanced vision

Cold cutting an exact  incision

The trees they feel it

Their green veins white lit

A hand turning blue

Breath forming a misty hue

The crunch underfoot

From a trusty boot

And home to bed

The chickens fed.

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