I find it kind of amazing how the medical business used to be conducted. With a lack of good anesthesia, operating tools that now seem to be a bit rough, and many diseases not treatable, I imagine the life a century or two back would we very different from ours.
And I wonder how the next generations will be looking at our ways of doing things.
The autumn makes me always a little sad, but in a good way, kind of. The world is in decay, but I find great comfort in the thought of spending more time inside the house, making good food, drinking wine, spending time with friends. Life is what you make it, no matter seasons.
Tools are very important. It is essential to have the right tools for the job ahead. Without tools we are completely naked, our tools are (to a very large degree) the extensions we need to get in touch with the external world. By mastering our tools we master our culture. And that applies to the couple of pieces on the picture above as well.
Life is a puzzle. All these pieces that have to be connected, that have to be put together to make a whole. But the pieces we find does not always fit. They seem to be compatible at first maybe, but when we try to connect the new ones to the ones we already got, it just does not work.
So what do we do, then, to make everything fit? Do we force the pieces together, or do we keep on looking for a piece that fits perfectly?
Food is a necessity, and we had duck tonight. A very nice dish, with great wine to complete it. Duck is good. I like duck.
I think I know what happens behind this door, but I can’t be sure…
I walked past this cow today. It didn’t really notice me being there, it just put more grass in. It didn’t seem to have a single concern in the whole world. This is the kind of distress free life one can envy from time to time, but then again, I’m not sure it is very interesting… Being “alive”, feeling, indulging, grieving, loving, longing, is at the same time both the pro and con of human life. Although in very different ways.
Living in a industrialised world requires a fascination for cold steel. Or, perhaps it is not a requirement, but it helps. The steel surrounds us, and – to me – it represents the opposite of “personality”. We don’t get any further away from the origin of human life than “steel”.
Sweets moments are long gone. Nothing lasts forever. We have to acknowledge that all good things come to an end. And that goes for chocolate too.
Accidents happen. We know it. It will happen again. That is not something we need to consider. What we need to consider, however, is how we deal with the accidents. Do we get put off? Do we spend the rest of the day apologising? Do we try to hide it? Or do we just clean everything up and move on? These questions does not apply only to the accidental spilling of wine, but to almost every part of life where accidents are possible. We always have the choice of not making the incident any bigger than it is.
