The worst trait of human existence is to use others for  benefit without equitable reward.

What’s something you believe everyone should know.

The worst trait of human existence is to use others for benefit without equitable reward. Look out for them,don’t have anything to do with them.

If an idea is so bad it needs slave labour then it is a bad idea.

If someone despises others because they perceive they  are less talented or able than themselves and thus deserve abuse then stay out of their way and do your best to warn others.

Humanity does not waste and uses skills to make things better.It does not abuse.

Watch and learn what motivates people to behave like they do and avoid the users.

Which one is the user?

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Getting Excited

What does it mean to be a kid at heart?

So sad to hear that you don’t get excited anymore.

That you’ve lost that childish wonder about the World we are in.Interestingly wild animals don’t really get excited,they are too busy surviving. Maybe that applies to you.To maintain life  is a  survival and a priority.

Pets are different,they get excited,they do zoomies in a field,they play with each other,they see water and want to jump in it.

Best of all,you come home and they are happy to see you. Bit like children you say.

I’m pleased to say that dogs in particular, never lose that excitement.They are like that in their nineties as long as they stay healthy.So they get excited even when they are old.

Still,as you say a bit like children,maybe we all need to be kids’ at heart,don’t you think?

Namaste

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The Laird of The Lamp

You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?

A young boy, called Rab, many years ago, lived  on a croft, that his family worked; way up in a remote  mountainous region of Scotland called the Highlands.

The family did not have much money and if any of the sheep they farmed were ill or died then they would very often have to do without.

Rab worked hard looking after the sheep and in winter,would sleep in the small barn with them to protect them from the cold and the wolves and bears that would eat them given a chance.

One night,while laying out some dried moss to sleep on.Rab noticed something shiny underneath the fresh moss that he had recently gathered from outside.

Earlier on, while taking in  the moss and drying it he had mumbled to himself wishing  that his family could have a bit of luck,instead of facing hardship all the time.

He dug his hands deeper into the moss and picked up the object.It was a tin lamp.

“Not much value in that he thought,it’s a pretty object.My mum  might find it of use or we could sell it to one of our neighbours.I wish it was gold.”

The Lamp changed into gold,but Rab couldn’t tell the difference,to him it was just a dirty old lamp.He laid it to one side and completed his chores which meant feeding and watering the sheep in the barn.

The carrots and turnips that he had for feed,were well passed their best and he felt sorry for the sheep.

“Oh if only I had some decent food,not these rotten carrots and turnips”. Rab said to himself.

It was then he noticed a bag in the corner of the barn,it was full of corn that the sheep loved.Rab was puzzled,but thought his dad must have bought it at the market for winter feed and forgot to tell him.

He supplemented the meagre carrots and turnips with the corn.

After,the sheep were fed and watered Rab settled down for the night on his bed of dried moss and slept soundly.

Unbeknown to Rab,the lamp contained the Laird of The Lamp,who by now had granted three wishes to the boy and  could now  escape from the lamp in which he had been trapped by a spirit for being an evil and  greedy Laird of his people.

The Laird looked down at the boy as he slept and was very grateful to Rab.The Laird had needed to grant three simple wishes to someone who was near the lamp and true of heart and not greedy. Rab had done so and the Laird was free.

From that day, Rab’s family had better luck and they began to make their way in the world.They sold the gold lamp and eventually were able to buy their own land and live on it happily for many generations.

The family  knew of the  Laird nearby who had returned weary from battle and had settled in the area.

He had been a great help to many people and things had improved since his arrival.He was fair and intelligent and offered good advice with everyday problems

No one knew his real story,not even Rab, only the Laird knew what turned him from being a Bad Laird to a Good one.

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Tiny

Describe a family member.

Tiny is the family caterpillar.He’s been with us many years since  we rescued him from a silk farm in China which we visited when on holiday.

In truth, he fell into our laps when we were looking around the nursery during  the visit to the  silk worm factory .He ended up in the pocket of my jacket and to cut a long story short,he came home with us.

Luckily for us,my uncle is a renowned alternative entomologist, so we had a lot of good advice and specialist care which meant we have been able to keep Tiny as a caterpillar and prevent him turning into a butterfly

Some would say that it was cruel and against nature,but Tiny is very happy, and is such a character that losing  him would be devastating to all of us.

So Tiny, who has remained  tiny  has his own vivarium and also has designated plants that he can exercise on .The only pitfall being he likes to wander.

We’ve lost him in the house a few times,but each time he made  his way back to his vivarium,he’s bright green and quite hairy, we think he has a leg missing,but it doesn’t seem to affect him.He certainly is n’t poisonous and he loves being handled and crawling onto your hands.

He’s a well loved member of our family and we’re kind of glad he didn’t end up as  a silk shirt .

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The grounding ground.

Basil, mint, and thyme—scent of soil and sunlight’s warmth,roots finding their way. Hands deep in the earth, I feel the quiet pulse of life beat beneath my fingers—a slow, steady rhythm that grounds me in a way few things do. Roots twist below, unseen threads tying me to this moment, reminding me that sometimes the […]

The grounding ground.

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Am I too Clever for AI?

Being a modest soul,and not wishing to blow my own trumpet without good reason.I would have to say yes,probably.

I firmly believe that any prompt generated by a computer mind can be outfoxed(vernacular) or outalgorithemed(redlined,as the word does not exist) would be a better term.Except the computer is telling me I should not use it.

The human capacity for remembering and collating data is innate and can surprise us some times.More often than not it disappoint’s ,but that is by,the by. There are moments that we all have experienced where we say,how did I remember that? Or where we make a connection intuitively which astounds us.

I’m sure you all have had that experience,and for that reason I confidently will assert “I am too clever for AI”

Namaste.

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Been there ,done it.

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

I don’t need to pay anyone to go to the Earth Moon as I’ve already been there

The cosmos and our galaxies and different universes are constantly adapting and changing sometimes quite explosively.

I was part of an Earth moon rock a long time ago and somehow I ended up here, assembled as me. Well you’ve just got to accept a lot of things that happen in your celestial being,don’t you?

So no way would I pay anyone to do what happens naturally.Particularly if it requires ,noisy,smelly rockets.

Namaste

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Broken Paths

What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?

I’m only interested now in broken Paths,because I think they have a meandering beauty.

Careering is a false god and maybe those with the wisdom to avoid its’ pitfalls will get the respect they deserve.With the inevitable  realisation that  Mammon is becoming more and more  mouse-like every day.

Careering Mouse

Namaste

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Oven baked Fish and Chips

What food would you say is your specialty?

Yes,I don’t go out and catch the fish,nor am I a dab hand at mixing the beer flavoured batter.I admit it all comes in a cardboard box from the supermarket(which one  depends on my funds)…Cod or Haddock,I don’t mind.

I do have the necessary metal baking tray and my favourite chips are always in the freezer.I’m an expert at timing them and the fact that everything is baked,makes it  low fat and to be honest a lot easier to clean up after,particularly if you oil the tray.

Octopus or Jellyfish?

Definitely not octopus though or for that matter Jellyfish,that would not be my idea of a fishy treat.

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5 things children need help for

1) Emotional support Children are constantly trying to learn about the world around them. Talking about how they feel is a learnt skill. They don’t start out knowing this. They will need help to manage their emotions, such as dealing with frustration, anger or sadness. 2) Education Children will need assistance in understanding how to […]

5 things children need help for

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