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Yes. So, then I had a crush on that tall blond actor with whom I was in the same high school play. He did not pay me any attention - none whatsoever. He knew he was good. The trouble was, I also could see that he was good. It's like his gift was more than he, and I think I actually had a crush on his talent, rather than him.
Yes, I've had crushes in my life. The first one I didn't even realise what it was - because it was a girl - and I didn't have the notion that a girl can be in love with another girl. And simultaneously,, I had a crush on her sweet heart. To make matters mattered complicated, we played sort of Medieval court game and I was a page who carried messages between a lady and the gentleman.
And ethics. What can you say? If you can get away with it -fine, go for it. Morals are a thing that powerful people use to put down less powerful people. While the most powerful people can worship Satan - or have him worship them - if they want. There is ethics - inside a person - that's what counts. Morals are a power tool.
Intense pain. I mean, at labour, obviously. But there are also endorphins, and adrenalin, and excitement, and deep spiritual connection to Mother Earth, and all sort of stuff kicking in. Not to mention the drugs. So, it's something special and unique. But when your guts tie in knots- just out of embarrassment, or inability to scream, or silence, or oppression, or injustice- that's intense pain.
Oh, yeah! I know this one. A neghbour passing by, asking me, a 10-year old: what book are you reading now? and me saying: Cell in a cell, or where did I come from? Puzzled look on her face. I was interested in cells and DNA, which I could pronounce, the whole word, not just the abbreviation!
And religion. And creed. No discrimination. Obviously, I mean, how are you going to discriminate against something that is not seen? Hidden inside. You can only discriminate against looks and actions. Does belief have to be seen on the outside?
Smile and the world smiles with you. Smile is supposed to send some stuff up your brain to make you happy. I actually notice if you smile at strangers they can either just blank you, look alarmed, or in fact smile back. So smile does work from time to time. In a Soviet cartoon about a baby Raccoon there is a whole song about benefits and good uses of smile.
his high station... or hers, but always with inference that the highest station belongs to Him, God. Male god. Masculine God, with his masculine followers, disciples, officers and other persons of high station. It is not about height, blokes. It is about width.
Railway station. Free herbs for everyone to pick. Less hazardous to health than picking herbs up from the sides of a major road - but still, not the healthiest place. An Art Gallery, on the other hand feels very at home at the train station - in the former luggage handling or something like this department.
Teacher and teachers. School and nursery. Parents. Father figure - could never understand that. If your Father was your Father figure, than you don't need another Father figure. If he was not, you would not recognise a Father figure - because how would you know what a Father is?
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