“I feel as if I had been in the world a thousand years, and I trail my life behind me like an endless scarf.” – Masha, “The Seagull” by Chekhov.
When fundamentally, they do not support your approach, your style, your modus operandi, do you try to shake their fundaments? Of course not, you would be a ninconpoop to try. I can tell, because I did try. Ms. O’Poop here. Call me Ninc.
If devestation is a state inbetween grief and anger then that is where I am. Still, fighting against it,if feebly, so enormously tired of waiting for the gods to make up their minds about their next move. It's checkmate in the end either way. Let's get on with it and move on to Risk or Go.
Ovviamente, clearly, (yes I have coffee on my mind!) I am to be a warrior till the bitter end. I have not been jousted out of the saddle, yet.
They used to believe that great leaders won battles because it was meant to be (God’s decree). If you got an arrow through the eye, it was your time to give up the throne. Plop, out of the saddle you fell. No harm done, the island doesn’t sink. You are a blip of time. Although, all the blips together suddenly form a tipping point. It only took a couple of hundred years and merely two catastrophic floods for the chalk land bridge (Doggerland) between Dover and Calais to be eroded away. There is always a fulcrum.
When people are at odds, they fork. That's cool. Better than knifing anyone.
No amount of amicable coffee mornings will bring two prongs together. Show me a fork that does and it was only ever a spoon.
And mark, (sternly: and now really never forget!): the interest taken is always that which can and will be held against you.
You can pull out the hoover for those cocoons of sneaky hope jammed behind the hinges and inbetween the cracks every day, but it is easier to remember: the fork remains forked. That's cool. Prongs are very useful.
My oh, good!, could be your oh, God!
Here comes the band just when we were starting to doze off.
I march, you leave. I use the distraction, you protest the intrusion.
Live and let live, even if the other livers of life will take over the life you left alone.
(What was in your cappuccino that you didn't get the darn strategy?! Chloral hydrate?)
Clap your hands, wiggle your toes and be very happy for everyone.
Noone likes rain on their parade.
Nobody needs a ninconpoop at their party.
What about a silly billy then? I am nothing if not resourceful.
In little I am very consistent, but may I always be harsh and this time say: it is the mothers of daughters we cannot trust work for the light. Yin is darkness after all.
May we recall Mantra no. 4: Nobody understands me. This is the truth of every fork and spoon. Forget the fork and spoon. Forget the bowl! Drink from the stream.
More on the NEW Bayeux tapestry, embroidered by a team on Alderney with an additional end scene as imagined would have also been in the presumed incomplete original here