DEATH

So following on from the other day, a situation is in the process of change. It is now a case of removing myself in the politest possible but most honest fashion. I do not particularly want to offend someone, but there again plain honesty often does that. Telling someone they are naked when they think they are clothed. I have no plans to deal with them face to face, going to city is an utter fag and the bicycle is broken. plus the last time I went round there I felt sick and I cannot be having that.

Some things are best left to fester in their own juices, corruption and ruin do their own work. New life always springs forth from rotten things, worms get fat, moles, birds and other beasts in their turn. Death is after all a journey we all must take, it is unavoidable, inexorable and ever present. Other times we just call it change, like taking your work clothes off or ditching one employer for another. Those small things we hardly think about, like giving up an unhealthy habit or that dodgy relationship. How well we cope with everyday change is perhaps a reflection of how well we are i tune with ourselves and our needs. Which in it’s own turn is perhaps a reflection of how we compose ourselves in our final hours when the man with the scythe stands by our bedside, as the sand runs out of our personal hourglass. How we behave during this time is also believed by many to determine the quality of the next journey, the next life. (If any) What becomes us in that life, where, how, what and maybe. Or to put it simply: That journey back to the source of all and everything.

Look at it like this: If you live by the sword, don’t then complain when you die by the sword. Your guts strewn across the sand.

In ancient and medieval Japan it was considered very bad show to make a mess of committing Seppuku. By making a mess I mean to not do the job properly and collapse before completing the job. Whereas maintaining a stoic countenance as the act was carried out. Staying upright was regarded as absolutely proper and befitting of a warrior, falling on your sword was not. Indeed this where the expression comes from.

In other news I recently quit the of cannabis, medicinally, recreationally ( if that a proper word?) And otherwise. As a result my brain is no longer fuddled and I am waking up at silly o clock each morning. Elsewhere Ninja the cat has had a bath to treat his itchy condition, he was very upset and is now ever so clingy. Apart from my going to the gym and the loo he has not left me for one moment since.