Rights

What's on my mind? Rights. The so-called inalienable rights, natural rights, god-given rights, etc. etc... whatever you call them ... you know, right to life, happiness, and such.

I do not believe there are any such things, but only those which we afford to each other. And that changes in time and space.

So let's not cloak ourselves in such foolishness and claim that we have rights given by some force outside of ourselves.

BTW, I am fully fireproof :-).

adagio for souls

They come from nowhere, to nowhere they return. As they travel they glow, they dance, they smile, they tumble and twist but go they do. They, the souls on their eternal journey from the unknown to the unknown. Briefly they can see each other through the veils of mysterious fogs, they whisper words of amazement, of enchantment, and they go along. "Hi," they say in passing. They turn around for one last look before the darkness welcomes them back into its rich bosom, but it is no more. They reach, they stretch, they strain, they call, they sing one last adagio and they go. As they go, they leave a trace, a small, weak trace of their golden, shimmering dust, colors of all sorts, glistening, suspended in the vacuum of reality, like the trails should be. "I was here," they say. Can anyone hear them? Those souls of ours. And go they do.

The road from the top

The road from the top is always down. The road from anywhere else is your choice - could be down, could be up, could stay leveled! Where do you want to go?

So refreshing, if you ask me

Ah, it felt so good to read the following few sentences from cnet news this morning:

Pop quiz: Which one is the true tablet? Apple iPad, JooJoo, Dell Streak, or HP Slate? If you guessed any of them you're right. Or you're wrong. Because the answer seems to depend on whom you ask.

And the reason for my excitement may not be what you would expect. It is not about the question raised or the answer (I) provided, or the comments - as clever as they are, comments, that is.

It is that the writer used "whom you ask" instead of the usual - and wrong - "who you ask." I read it and read it again and couldn't stop admiring what I saw. So there! Thank you Erica.