Americans, why do you let this continue?

The idea that harm has a face is false. You can make every reasonable preparation for every conceivable eventuality and still stub your toe. Nature has the power to rearrange whole continents. Storms in the atmosphere reflect storms in our consciousness just as storms in our consciousness reflect storms in the atmosphere. Storms are caused by uneven heating, caring more or caring less.

So how do we deal with a hurricane? Do we pass a statute against it, sue it for damages, bomb it into oblivion? Uhh, we rebuild with freshness.

It is a technical problem. What is the technique, love your brother as yourself, because our protections naturally extend to me or mine.
At least, that is what I told the raccoon.

My comments are not about you storch, they are about us and a future that plays more consistently to our tastes.

 

I was complementing you on your repitoire of considered terms.

You were looking to share your grandpas wisdom, me too!

No love is without condition, not waxing or waning, all expressions of love being maximal. Everything else is respiration.

 

lol You've changed your tune? Love is condition through and through now for you?
O, it is only a typo.

You told the raccoon nothing. It might have been the one getting over pts, not you, if you had been considerate in action.

 

Totally maximal.

 

Not waxing and waning is not a statement of what is. Only what it is not.

Could have would have should have. Might have?
You are mistaken that I did not have considerations. I remember them clearly. That my considerations were not evident or relevant to you is the problem with thinking you know what good is.
Your moralizing is no more pleasant and no more informed than any one else's.

 

Rebuild the raccoon with freshness then.

 

lol

 

I need do nothing.

I think your alligator mouth way ahead of candy ass!

 

I'd be prepared to consider that, if in the telling you also told what you want to do.

We're all men of action. Take the time to think about that if you have to.

 

I would deny no experience.

I have thought and thought and thought and reflected on action. All the while raising family, establishing career, honing talent.

What action do we take other than to rearrange the furnishings?
Any jackass can move a bag of rocks from one location to another.

 

thedope:

Why, when you cannot?

Having not denied the raccoon the experience of being beaten to death for a consideration you can't make clear, do you still think it needed to be removed as opposed to merely relocated? And if you think that it is much of a muchness, is it the same for you and yours?

 

exactly Dejavu

I think nothing is needed. I didn't say for considerations I can't make clear.
I gave precisely my considerations and they were clear browed. Our protections extend naturally to that which we consider ours.

And I wonder how you get to be the coon whisperer in a land where raccoon is not prone to appear of it's own.

 

So what is it you want to do?

So you do think you overextended yourself in the action you took?

I have been to your land.

 

Deny no experience.

No, my actions were commiserate with my considerations at the time.
Who do you think is keeping score?

The land spoke to you of coon or you spoke to coon?

 

But you can't. What is it you can do that you want to?

Which is why your considerations aren't clear to me. No-one is keeping score.

I spoke to coon, on several occasions.

 

You are again entering a state of denial. This is what I want to avoid.


You are again entering a state of denial

Obviously you are because it remains unclear to you.

This is a most interesting line. Under what circumstances?

I visited your land as well, briefly. Then I contracted a virus for which I heretofore had not developed any immunity. Welcome to a brave new world.

 

No, you cannot deny no experience.

It remains unclear to me how the protection of your rooster was commiserate with killing the raccoon that threatened it.

It was trash talk, literally. The scraps of food I offered it didn't help it to understand that I didn't want it to have what I hadn't wanted, being in the bin.

What was it?

 

I wouldn't deny any either.

It was the raccoon's intent to bite the head clean off the chicken. He was in dire need of a whisperer. Aren't sponsors available twenty four hours a day?

Well there you go, maybe he didn't understand your accent.

You know, I have met raccoon under different circumstances and we both were indifferent fundamentally to the occasion.

Respiratory virus, a really contentious affair at the microbial level. Made my whisper raspy.

 

You asked how it is possible for me to not feel a sense of deflation upon receiving news that my neighbor lacked enough empathy to see to the needs of those in their charge. The answer to your question is that this is not about the neighbor, no matter how much you need it to be. It’s about the dog, dope, and it’s about pain.

Now, before saying to me, “but whose perception of pain is that, Storch? Whose reality is that?” consider that it is the same reality shared by one such as yourself who would see aid to one as being as an attack upon another.