For The Occasion

For the occasion marked by glittering tinsels adorned trees and those milky-white beads shaped lighting (deer to floral patterns) adorned street lights, family-gatherings, red hats of Santa, contained worlds passed by sniffers like myself, I do wish you all concerned here Merry Christmas and a great fresh year ahead. Sorry, I have forgotten the rest rhetoric. Yes, but here: it concerns one or those around you, to love and be requited, to be jealous of, to bandy with banteringly or to gossip about, to rely on at last. They are your world. So value them, even a nameless one passing by you, the one you will never see again. The world is beautiful, I say, I vouch, for the simplicity of our hearts, our being able to endure chore after chore. That's great, the bloodline of many art forms and creative works, the products of often lonely, desperate souls. The simplicity of our hearts but not the simplicity of our origins--everyone can be great at last. Once again Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!

We Are What We Are

Notwithstanding our hardiness, our being tuned with vicissitude, still the working pluralism (the credit for individual human nature, not the always failing system that itself as of our intrinsic bias or self-first; the game is always tricky when two or more souls are said as united on a common good ground), those fluent writer-minds belaboring like raving something, in my view, it at last stands on this simple system: not lying what we are, no backstage preparation, no said as 'doublespeak' or equivocating but putting it forward plain and legible that, for example, like saying 'I am strange', like accepting every human endeavour isn't perfect, like saying judging is so, so easier than understanding, like saying there is no such things as 'backward', 'barbarian', 'uncivilized' but our self-

enlargement-importance.