As the children grows up, the nest will become, empty soon, and, how are you going to adjust, what will you do, with all that, time??? Translated…
Since school stopped holding the sessions this May due to the outbreaks, other than reducing the times I had to go outside, life is slowly, getting back to normal now, but, my first-year middle school age daughter and my fifth grade son seemed to have gotten used to the comforts of having air-conditioning on full blast, settled in, and on the weekends and holidays, they’d no longer longed to go outside, to get some, fresh air.
from this…
mouths to feed, babies to take care of…photo from online
The Sunday morning after the Mid-Autumn Festival long weekend, the gently autumn sun with the light breeze, how I’d, missed those smiles on their faces as I took them out to run outside, I’d suggested that we should go to the beaches of Gongliao to see the oceans, and to see the sand sculpting festivities. My first-year-middle school daughter, just as I’d expected, turned me down, my fifth-grade son, due to his love of outdoor activities, and his willingly to go along with me, and so, we’d gotten that mother-son-trip to the oceans.
That day was blissful, the sand sculptures were, amazing, my son chased the waves, and got chased by the waves, and under that blue skies, that smile I longed to see on his face finally, returned. I’d thought of how Mr. Shih, Uncle Leisure-Living told in an interview, that the children in the elementary, middle school, and high school years at home, are like the seasons of summer, autumn, and winter, by the time they get into college, then, it’s, springtime! He’s referring to how the kids, in their different levels of schools, with the pressures of scholastic, they’d, naturally, adjusted their own participation rates of the activities we do at home.
Being married later, before I married, I’d always gone out with my coworkers, my classmates to the trips; after I had my children, we’d gone out as a family (and I’m more than certain, that my husband in taking us out, was more out of that sense of responsibilities, and duty than having the fun time); as I’m about to enter into my fifties, with the coming of age of my children, I’ think, I shall start, getting used to following my former classmates, my coworkers out on the adventures again, or maybe, I can, set out, on my own too. Like, “the mountain is the mountain, the mountain, doesn’t look quite like the mountain, the mountain seemed like the mountain”, the three stages, my going off will transfer from alone, no longer on my own, and back to, on my own, again!
to this…
photo from online
And so, with the coming of age of children, they will, eventually, leave the nest, and then, it’s just, you and your husband, and, because the two of you don’t share the same interests, you have no other choice, but to find your own adventures, and, by this way of thought, you already, had your empty nest stage of life, planned out.
Having a pet for your child, it’s, a wonderful thing, but there are, things that you need to consider, before you get that pet for your own child to have, off of the Front Page Sections, words of experts, translated by me…
The C.E.O. of the Kiwi Attention Learning Center, Liao and the secretary of Animal Protection Agency He suggested, through the illustrated books, to taking children to the animal shelters, can help the children know the animals more, to help them know if they really want a pet or not. And if the families adopted a pet, then, the parents also needed to assist in the caretaking, to help the children get that sense of responsibilities build up, otherwise, children would give up on the feat easily, and, leaving all the caretaking up to the parents.
There are many benefits to having a pet for the kids, other than taking care of others, with that extra sense of companionship too, Liao stated, that hugging and patting the pets, it can increase the experience of sense of touch in your children, and can, calm them more effectively, and you can use the pets to teach the young about matters of life and death too.
He told, take for instance, the lifespan of dogs of thirteen-to-fifteen years, having a dog as a pet, can help your child experience the entire life cycle of the dog, it’s, too precious, a life experience for them.
like this…
photo from online
But, the training of your children’s responsibilities, and caretaking of the pets are, needed. Liao told, other than confirming if your child has the drive to care for the animal, the parents can use the illustrated books to get the children to understand the habits of the animals they wanted to adopt, to make sure the children are, interested in having a pet. And, if the family wants a pet, you can choose the options to adopt, and not buy.
He told, the parents can take a tour at the animal shelters with their young, many times, to make sure that the children really do want a pet, to NOT bring a pet home on the very first visit, and in the process of visiting the shelters, the children can become more educated on the life, the habits of the cats and dogs.
Liao told, that after a child turns nine, s/he will then become, completely, independent in her/his daily living routines, the parents should not hold too high an expectation for the child to care for her/his own pets on one’s own, that the thought of looking after the animal together is absolutely, necessary; if you’d demanded that your child takes care of her/his pet all on her/his own, then, your child will give up on the feat easily, and in the end, it would be the parents who will be, looking after the animals.
Liao told, that at first, you can get your children started off on the easier animals, like fish, turtle, insects, etc., etc., etc. But, there are different caretaking techniques for the variety of animals, a lot of parents are fooled into thinking, that birds are easy to care for, actually, the younger children aren’t fitted to have birds as pets, because, the birds start eating nonstop when food became available to them, and the birds are often, stuffed too full that they’d died, because of the young children’s, overfeeding them.
He said, the mix breeds, the local dog breeds in Taiwan, are easier to care for, that if the child wants a dog, these could be, the options.
So, having a pet for a young child, it teaches them responsibilities, and it teaches them the lessons of life and death, because the child will outlive the pet, and, by helping your young children grieve over the death of a beloved pet, it helps them mature into being. Having a pet is something wonderful, for all the reasons mentioned above, plus, it gives your child a chance to experience, to give and to receive, unconditional love, but it’s a huge responsibility, because if you don’t get the rules set straight, then you the parents, will be the one, cleaning up after the pets your children wanted to have.
The death, of that, whole “hoard” of, silkworms, and the teacher killed them! A lesson, taught by nature, to this, science teacher of the elementary school years, translated…
Growing up, there were the dogs we kept, as guards of home, they ate, what we all ate, nothing special.
Back in the early 2000s, I’d started working as a science teacher in the elementary school years, the publishers of textbooks put out the silkworms for the children to raise, and mixed that into the lessons in science. The children then became, nannies, raised their silkworms by the book, finished the lessons. On the Memorial Day long weekends, leaving the silkworms in school, a few days of not having anyone to watch them, they may die; thought about giving the silkworms to my students, and, naturally, that would, give their parents, the troubles, I’d thought, that I was a science teacher, and I needed to experience what it’s like personally, to keep and raise the silkworms, and besides, I was, curious, how is keeping silkworms, different than keeping cats and dogs.
we use to go to the school shop, and pick a box up for $10N.T.s, and keep it for our science lessons…photo from online
And so, I’d, taken the whole bunch home with me, and, I’d, taken the advantage, of going to the graves to make the offerings, to pluck some mulberry leaves for the silkworms. But, they’d, all died, and I’d become, a total, executioner.
I’d looked deeper, into the cause of their deaths, and found, that the leaves only, looked like the mulberry leaves, that they weren’t, actually, and, I’d, thought, that the silkworms could eat it, and not have any troubles. I’d returned back to class, emptyhanded. The students inquired, “where are the silkworms?” I’d, confessed to them, shamefully, “They all, went to, heaven”, the students started mourning, and I’d, used the opportunity to teach them, to discuss with them, the fragility of life, along with how to adjust our selves, to traumas.
The lesson of the “silkworm incident” taught me one thing, and, afterwards, I’d not, relaxed, one bit, as a, school teacher.
So, this, is the hard-learned lessons, taught by a creature of nature to you, as a, science instructor, and you’d, learned THAT lesson well too, so, you won’t, have to, face the, collective deaths of, the “science project” of the entire class…
These are the lessons, this mother taught to her daughter, with her, entire life, and the daughter, carried all of the values taught to her by her mother, away, translated…
I Never Dared Made a Complaint about My Mother, Because for a Woman, Her Level of Persistence, of Tolerance, Her Strong Will, Already, Exceeded What Most People Can Take…………
Even Though We were Not Rich, But Our Minds Were, Wealthy
The scenes of my childhood years, they’re, still, lucid in my mind like it was, yesterday, I can’t forget them, even if I wanted to.
Before my middle school exit exams, the children my age had already gone to rest in bed after they bathed, while I, just arrived home, from hauling all the shipments, and I’d started, working the handiworks. I wanted to make more, but, I had my sectional exam the following day, and I’d felt, ill-at-ease about it, my mother saw my hesitation too, and couldn’t make me stay up to work. Although, she couldn’t have the heart to make me stay up to work, but, raising six children in the countryside, the economic burdens, surely, crushed down hard. Finally, I’d, made it to eleven in the evening, my mother announced the end of the “workday” for us, and rushed me upstairs to study.
Every night as the night settled down, I couldn’t help but feel uneven, “Why is it, that we are eating the same foods, but, with such, different fates?”, but I’d never dared, complained about my mother, because, for a woman, her persisting will is, already, way more than the average already; during the daytime when I was out studying in school, my mother with the sun heating down on her, alongside the men, carried the heavy shipments on her shoulders, and at nighttime, she’d, brought home the handiworks, and worked the household chores. Having a mother who works her hardest, what would I, have to, complain about? So I’d, prodded open my heavy eyelids, and my fatigued, body, studied until two, three in the mornings, in the countryside at this time, all fell, silent, because everything is, asleep, and yet, I’d heard, that rhythmic, rustling from downstairs, and I was, driven by my curiosity, I’d gone to take a look. What I saw, made my heart wrenched, and, the scene, etched, deep, into my heart, it was my mother, doing the handiworks without us downstairs.
The days I’d lived with my mother, we were, living in the hard times, but, my heart and soul were, enriched. My mother worried that we didn’t have enough nutrition, she would pick some wild Burmann sundew, and fried them with the eggs for us. The smell of the plant is quite strong, and quite rancid too but the nutritional values are high. From when I was younger, I’d, rammed around out, and I’d needed to get my clothes patched up quite a lot, my mother told me, “there’s no shame in having the patches, but it’s, awful if your clothes are dirty and you still wear it.”, such philosophical words.
illustration from UDN.com
What I’d missed about my mother, is also, the tastes of the yogurt drinks too, as I’d run the shipments on the weekends, to help us get rid of the heat, my mother would freeze the plastic bottles of the yogurt drinks; the tiny bottles of Yokult, due to being frozen, tasted, especially good, and every time as we’d, peeled back the plastic bottles, we got to, taste the coolness again, and again, and again, that taste, filled up the simpler, childhood years, how easily we were, all satisfied then.
The Year I’d Entered into College, My Mother Fell Ill
I’d also loved spending the holidays in the countryside with my mother, in the fast changes of what’s traditional and what’s modern, my mother’s simple and gentle heart could, always, settle my too young, too unsettled, mind and heart. The midnights of before the Chinese New Year’s, she would carry the offerings and the vegetables, the fruits too, and, made the offerings to the God who ruled the heavens. As midnight came, with the sounds of firecrackers crackling, breaking the silence through the skies, the wish-wells from all around, brought in the brand new year of hope.
Compared to the rowdiness of the New Year’s, Chinese Lover’s Day felt, quieter. As during that day of every year, there would always be rain, and my mother told us, that it’s related to the local legends, “these were the tears of the lovers who met up in the skies, and the bulbul that brought the wrong messages to them, would keep out of sight during this day of the year too.” And it’s, quite odd too, I don’t remember seeing any bulbuls at this day. While, the traditions that intrigued me on this holiday is the water in the basin for the lady lover, after three offerings, the kids would fight to wash their faces in the basins, because my mother told us, “boys who used the water to wash their faces will turn handsome, and girls, become pretty”.
The year I’d entered into college, my mother fell ill, and, it took her away, from her, short and hard life. On the day she’d died, I was about to take my sectional exams, I’d carried the “Essay Selections”, and had her leaned in on my shoulders to rest————the cancer that’s tried my mother so, caused her to not be able to lie down flat, as she lay herself down, she’d started not getting enough air in, and started breathing, heavily. But that evening, she’d, fallen asleep, soundly, I’d felt happy at first, not known that it was because she’d fallen, unconscious, that she’d, leaned onto me.
As I’d found that something wasn’t right, I’d, immediately rang the emergency bell, the resident on duty, the nurses rushed over immediately, and yet, as my mother had, fallen limp on me, the paramedics can only, wheel us both into the resuscitation room, and thankfully, after the shots of adrenaline in her heart, the measures, she’d regained, her consciousness, asked me for pen and paper, and, wrote with all her might, “go back to school to take your exam.”
That’s how my mother was, always thought about others, and even as she was being tried, in those, final moments of her painful life, she’d still, not changed her kindness toward me. I’d thought about what Shih Hu wrote in “The Self at 40”: “if I can forgive others, understand others, it all goes to how well my mother had, taught me. As for my mother, she’d, made me humbler in the faces of everything else in life, to treat everything around me, with, kindness.
And so, this woman had, given her whole life, to her families, without asking for anything in return, and, it’s her attitude, her kindness, her values that were, passed down to her daughter, that she’s, carried, after the mother passed away. That, is the strong good influence of a parent, to a child.
A lesson of RESPECT this mother learned, from taking her daughter’s wooden keg to use without permission from her own daughter, translated…
“The availabilities of water for five days, and the other two are unavailable” was on the verge of being implemented, but, I have no idea how much water we use per day at home. But to not run out, I’d started, emptying out all the containers, pots and wok, to use as the water storage containers, the plastic cases used originally to store our winter clothes, the bucket I use to water the plants, the ironclad pot for the soup……………the volume of the things I could have, are getting smaller and smaller, and I can’t think of anything else to use.
At this time, I saw that wooden keg my daughter bought with a lot of money, to soak her legs with, I’ll just, use that then! As my daughter came home from work, she saw the water filling up the keg, she’d looked at me upset, told me, “This is now how you use the wooden basin, soaking it up in water, the wood will rot eventually.”
The soaking basin is afraid of water? It doesn’t fit my logic at all. My daughter pulled out the evidence from my past—I’d once not used the hinoki keg that’s used for bathing, causing it to stay humid, and eventually, rotting out, and finally, I had to, throw it out. Yeah, I admit, I am, too careless at times. And so, I can only, muffle up, and, start, pouring the water into the bottles and jars all around.
And, the next time the water supply was limited, this time, I’d, covered the keg with a huge patch of plastic first, and continued to save up the water for washing up, for flushing the toilets. But my daughter still, grilled me, “I’d told you, that the wooden keg can’t be immersed in water!”
And I felt furious, of how she’d, used the same reason to grill me, didn’t I wrap the keg in a film of plastic already? I’d entered into the bathrooms, looked—ahhhhh—I’d, found a bag that’s, with holes in it. After I’d, gotten the water split into separate containers, by then, my anger was already, overflowing me.
I’d found two plastic bags with the “no-leak” guarantees, wrapped it into the wooden keg, continued to prepare for this third-round of not having water.
“Why don’t you respect me? It’s MY wooden keg!”, my daughter started crying, and accused me.
how this…taught the woman about respect…
photo from online
I’d felt upset too, I’d saved up the water in the keg for everybody in the house, I’d already, wrapped it up in a plastic bag that won’t leak, how was that not respecting my daughter’s belongings? I’d started, getting upset as she too, I’d, given so much to this family already, and my daughter was, even more angered, and more upset, and started, nagging at me, and it seemed, that a war was about to blow between us, mother and daughter, because of a wooden keg.
But, how is a wooden keg, and respect related? I’d tossed and turned that night, thought, for a long, long, long time, then suddenly, EUREKA! I’d understood why my daughter was, angered.
In my teens, because my mother rummaged through my room, and read my diaries—even though, I’d not written anything secretive in it, but that sense of not being respected, I just felt, hard-to-swallow—and so, I’d, torn those pages out of my diary, and burned them all, before my mother! Harsh enough, and now, as that stubborn young lady I was, became a mother, it’d become, my daughter’s turn, to blame ME for not respecting her things.
Being in charge of the household happenings too long, you’d, mistakenly believe, that EVERYTHING in the house was under your jurisdiction. And yet, every member of the family, all had their own, private things that they kept, and even though they’re, placed at home all around, they’d not, belonged to me, who’s, keeping the household tidy.
So, the keg was bought by my daughter, and, as the weather got cold, I can, enjoy the soaks, but, it didn’t mean, that I can, use it at my will. Although, my goal in storing the water with it, was to benefit the whole family, but, I’d not, gotten consent from my daughter, the owner of the wooden keg, which caused me to get nagged by her, for not respecting her things
I understood it now! Thanks to this wooden keg’s reminding me, that no matter how long we live under the same roof together, how close we all are to each other, “Respect” is an absolute, necessity!
And so, this mother learned, this important lesson, just because the keg was there, available, that does NOT mean that she could, use it, she didn’t ask permission from her daughter, because her daughter bought it, and so, naturally, as the daughter saw the mother used the wooden keg to store water, she got angered, and besides, the material of the wood can rot away easily, because of the moistures, and the mother finally, learned, the lesson of RESPECTING her own, daughter’s, belongings, and learned, that even though, they shared the same space of living, it doesn’t mean, that she can have access over everything she found lying around her house, especially those things that aren’t owned by her.
The mealworms, that helped you, rediscovered, that inner child that you’d, forgot that existed, returned you, back to, that wonder of your, childhood, years again, translated…
“Do you want some yellow meal worms to raise?”, one autumn morn, my coworker asked me with great enthusiasm.
I was curious, and did what he’d told me to, set up the environment and the following day, he’d brought me a plastic box, with two white chubby maggots in it.
I’d looked at them for long, found that they were cute, and interesting, I’d, carefully, taken them home, it’d made my wife and child started hollering loud, at the sight of them, but they’d still, watched the maggots with me, how they’d, eaten through the dirt, and dug the holes. It’s said, that children are mirrors of our own pasts. I couldn’t help, but recalled, how it was when I was, raising, those silkworms for my science class back in the days, it was, exactly, like this, I suppose.
Every day after work, I’d watched the maggots with my son. The most exciting, of course, was the monthly, soil change. To help those, meal worms, to see the light of day again. We were able to, see the changes in them, more closely. Once, the worms’ colors became darker, they’re about to cocoon. Seeing how they’d, dug up that cocoon space on the side of the box, and, every day watching these insects, was something all new. It’d, left me in awe, at how multifaceted life truly, is.
the life cycles of meal worms…
from online
My wife laughed, and said how much of a kid I’d, become too, and I don’t, deny that. Because the world of child with a ton of things that interests me, is forever, intact in my mind, waiting, for that something new for me to, discover.
And so, you were, able, to find back that lost childhood of yours, through the mealworms, because they reminded you, of how simple life can be, how you can, easily, get excited, over, the little things in life, and hopefully, you’ll, hold on to this, as you age…
Written by the crime prevention majors of Zhongzhen University, call this, an “afterthought” to the events of murders from stalkers that can’t have those whom they were stalking, and resorted to, murder, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The draft of the “stalking-harassment prevention legislation” finally started in the reviewing process in the legislature office here, of the kept written codes, the debate of whether harassment and stalking should be specific to the variations of genders is still, debated upon. And my views are based off of societal expectation, and the experiences of the Japanese laws.
The stalking-harassment is defined by repeatedly making someone particular uncomfortable, it isn’t, randomly selected, and there are many reasons for why, maybe for money, like in the loan sharks trying to get the debts collected; or maybe, it’s the fame, like the paparazzi tagging along; maybe due to political views differences, for instance, the trolls from online taking over the message boards online; it can be the neighbors, getting at each other’s throats for not having the shared values of how the building’s operations worked. Of these, the stalking-harassment types from failure to pursue someone, the individual usually is too stubborn to let go, to the point of “if I can’t have you, I shall, destroy you”, and can cause bodily harm, and this is, just like, other forms of crime, plus, the people in this country lacked the knowledge, the awareness of this sort of harassment, stalking, not understood how over-pursuing of someone can cause harassments, and there’s the wayward beliefs of “If I try harder, then, the other person will, love me”, which added to the risks that aren’t on the surfaces to increase greatly.
From the singer, Jam Hsiao’s being harassed by he female fame, the female college student from World Journalism University getting murdered by a man who had a crush on her, to the female store clerk getting abducted and murdered in Pingdong, the common of all of these is how the person fixated wanted to have the individual for her/himself, and, the emotions, the measure these individuals took, with the time that passes, got overboard, and, these individuals lacked the respect for others’ sense of self, gender equality. These stories surfaces on the newspapers quite a lot, and, the legislation for it was the legislators’ and the groups locally aimed at, and, the behavior is defined as “relating to the genders”, should be more fitting to the expectations of the general public, as for other reasons for stalking (i.e. debt collecting, paparazzi, etc., etc., etc.), these should be based on the severity, and apply the penal codes, or the civil claims.
found online
Japan had set up the laws, using the designs of focal points, and the legislators in Japan would discuss regularly, if there needed to be added rules, we can take from that. The background for the laws against stalking getting written and signed was because a female college student getting murdered by her boyfriend, the “Takigawa Jiken” (in this country, there was the geek king, Chang’s murdering his ex, and thus, the 63-1 of domestic violence prevention was added on, the “horrid lover rule”, as it was known as), and, set the details up as “to fulfill the desires of loving someone, the hatred that came when these feelings are, reciprocated”, hoping, that these things can have the minimal effect to the citizens in this country, to prevent the labor union marches, the civic marches, the media press getting the stories, from being restricted. Our country’s rule of “relating to gender” design, this included the revenging behaviors, or sextortion, and, it’s wider in protection rules compare to the Japanese rules, and, there can be the added lengthening of the period of time (Japanese set it as five-years).
As the legislators worked hard over the years, the anti-stalking law finally started, taking shape, this was, nothing easy; and, this signing the drafts into legislation should help the public understand more about stalking, harassment, and the crimes of violence like these, to show that the government is serious, on ending these acts of violence for good.
And so, this is still, in the wordings of things, you need to specify the rules, every word, that’s to be followed needed to be, written down, and, normally, until someone DIES from an attack by someone who’s fixated on the victims, these sorts of laws just, won’t come into place, and this is still, hindsight!
A D.I.Y. fail! Should’ve called in, the experts that’s for sure!!! Translated…
That year, the new wash basin that I’d just had installed not a few days ago, due to my mistake, got three cracks on it, but it’s still, usable, and so, I’d not planned to, change it out. Many years afterwards, I saw my five and two-and-a-half year-old grandsons, tipped their toes, reaching up to the basin to clean their hands, then suddenly, the news of the wash basin exploding that was on the news came to mind, and I’d, suddenly, decided to, get a new one installed.
To make work easier, I’d first gone to the depot, selected a basin that’s similar to the one I had originally in shape, color, style, made of plastic, and, thought to myself, I’d installed the tiles on my own floors, redid my own lanai, how hard can installing a wash basin be? After I had breakfast, I’d immediately, gotten to it, but, I’d, HIT a DEAD wall then; the screw that originally attached my wash basin to the walls was rusted, and I can’t twist it off, the two of us started, using all our strengths, to try to pry it open, and, after forty minutes, still not budged one bit; it seems, there’s only the way, to SMASH the old basin up.
should’ve just, called in, a professional to do it!
photo from online
After we’d, swept up the floor’s worth of, debris, we’d started, tackling that rusty screw, and yet, as we’d, asked all our pliers out to help us, none can make the single screw budge, and so, we’d, started, sawing it off. My husband found the saw first, then, the two of us took turns, bending our backs over, sawed at it with all our mights, we’d even, taken two rests, then, we finally, unscrewed, these, two screws, loose.
The hole that remained from the screws that were loose, can’t be used anymore, we needed to, drill, other holes. There’s no drill at home that we can use, my wife went out to buy one. The hole got made yeah, but I can’t, tighten the screws in completely, turned out, the whole on the right was drilled too deep, and so, we’d, made another new hole next to it, decided, to install that basin in. And yet, as the screws are about to be placed in, we were shocked, to realizing, that the sizes and types that we bought wasn’t, unified, and so, my wife can only, run out, to get the right screw.
And finally, as all is about to get done, the basin was, too far from the wall, because of how that hole on the left was, deep enough, and we’d had to, pull out the plastic plugs again, then, drilled, deeper in. But, no matter how my wife pulled at it, the plug simply, wouldn’t, budge, I’d gone closer to look, “You need to whack it, hitting around it a bit, and, it should, loosen up?”, and surely enough, as I’d, whacked at it a couple of times, the plastic plug came out, but, it’s, broken, and so, my wife went out again.
And finally, everything’s set, now, the step by step clean up. The pipe’s ruptured, I’d needed to, replace the new one, but, I’d, fumbled through FIVE tool boxes that I owned, not a single one that can be used. Waited until my wife bought the replacement parts, the two of us, with glee, started on, the final step: reattaching the pipe back on, and yet, at this time, I’d found, that there were FOUR holes on the pipe, totally needed to be, replaced, so, my wife went out, again, and bought back a set of shiny brass, P-pipe.
And, as all of this is done, I’d looked at the clock, five o’clock, sharp. Can’t believe, that this, “simple” changing a wash basin took the two of us, an entire, day!
A lot of things in life, are way HARDER, than you can, ever imagined, like this gig that these two people got into, they should’ve just, called in the professional plumbers, but they didn’t want to waste all that cash, and so, they did it themselves, and, they got it done finally all right, but it took them, a WHOLE, workday, and to think, that had they called in the professionals, it may have been done, in, no more than, thirty minutes, but they wanted to save the money, and they ended up, squandering away the time!
The Wavelength that Passed Through the Collar of the Asteroid Belt of the Aging Dog of the Astronomer
The Blue Whale’s Lowered Whispers with the Trashed Submarine
Gave the Bay a Glow
I Lifted My Head up to the Darkness
Who Was it
That Forgot, to Turn the Lights within Our Bodies, Off
On the Shoulders of the General
That Invisible Kitty, Pounced on the Firing Squad from Before He Was, Still, Living
(The Songs of Sorrows from the Beginning
The Assets Immaterial in the Very End)
These Stanzas of the Poems, Shall Get Beyond What’s Been Destroyed Between You & Me, Sailing, All the Way, into, the, Skies
And so, this is on what’s left, after everything go, BOOM! What remained, of the love, of the life that’s, gone, what is taken from the examples of these lives, lived………
Thoughts of the encounters the writer’s had in Antarctica, translated…
“Using a pipe to see the skies”, this ancient phrase is used to describe the shortsightedness of some, or the humbling of the speaker.
Using a tiny bamboo pipe, looking through the tiny hole of that pipe, seeing anything toward the other end, from the ratios of mathematics, it doesn’t, fit correctly. The objects are way too huge, the hole, too tiny, how can you see the whole picture? But, think on it using a different angle, the concept of “quality”, you can see the corner of that mountain so green, which is, enough, to lift our, spirits!
photo from UDN.com
taken by the writer…
Following the eyes of the photographers, the artists, from the hole in the ice caves, to see the views that the exploration ships saw from a hundred odd years ago, it surely was, moving, and, it’s, comparable to seeing the starry nights from million years ago from the lens of the telescope!
And so, this, is how we’re all, linked to our separate, and collective pasts, no matter how hard we tried to deny it, because, we’re, still all here, sharing this, common environment, and maybe, what you see is not, exactly what I see, because we have, different perspectives, different interpretations of things we encounter in the world, but that, is how the experiences are, common, and different, at the, same time.
Mirroring the World 
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