Why do say 'marketing' their own milk? And I'm afraid Dragonfly is right - his prediction is pretty correct. All over the poor world you will see the lines of thin, scrawny, underfed, often sick in front of hospitals to donate blood early in the morning - to earn a penny to eat and feed their families. Infact, it is probably a well organised job run by criminals; same for skeletons for medical schools - bodies are dumped into acid till the flesh is off and then sold; body parts - certainly. Mother's milk may become another terrible story.
Besides, does mother's milk have the same nourishing qualities later in life? How does the idea sound in terms of yet another 'use' of women? Questions all? Any answers?
I read Jung on the subject. He does call it natural behavior. He does not praise it though - remember he was a very conservative person.
There are always natural inclinations and equally unnatural exploitative ones.Ones which are a fad, a pretension, a thing to describe yourself like on a CV. You really cant think in a general way when it happens to someone you know.
Your life experience is not we are talking about here. I dont mean to be mean. But you my dear...you are too cynical even for me. But it doesnt fit your kind face and words.
Bit by bit we might slip into that future but it is a long time away. For thousands of years love has existed despite everything, I mean everything. It endures or at a snap of the fingers humanity will disappear.
Yes, I too like to test drive a car before buying it, test drive many cars; but a car is a car, eyes of a woman is something different, hope in a man is equally different.
You do believe it, dont you?
Packaging we all do. In moments we are out and there. And then life begins. Or heart-stoppingly stops. That is life for good or worse.
If multinationals could we would be to storeshelves. Huxley and many others drew black pictures of the future. They are dead and we are alive - and happy.
At college I was called a narcissist by some guys I associated with. That got me thinking. Yes, I was always dressing magnificently, I could carry it, straightening my hair, and all those little things that fed it more and more. I was a clever boy and I also had intellectual pretensions. I had no experience of women, was terribly gauche with them, but I was full of myself, truly.
Natasha, was there any connection between all this and any pigheadedness on my part. A some little bit. I was not liked by women. I was always talking down at them. I was good from far but far from good. In later life I became as you describe. Arrogant in mind and full of admiration for myself.
That has been eroded into dust since. But there is a big nugget of truth in what you have undoubtedly noticed in private experience.
These things go together. How can you be humble if you are being grand?
Do you expect you can pick up true love from a supermarket shelf like a 'premier presse'Olive oil?
That's not the way Pearl. Life is simply not like that. And yet, true love is found by most people but not before pain, experience, disappoinments and a bit of sadness. It wont kill you.
The first 'true love' is always a dream.
Give yourself out to the world and the world will surprise you.
Oh it happens all the time. The thing called love is to survive these ups and down and many years down the line find true love ie. love and a belief and security and a fear of your partner dying.
There is nothing 'inevitable'; until the penultimate point everything can return. I am not talking of meeting someone and feeling love on the spot. I am talking of something different and enduring.
ps: It might be the keyboard; but it might be galloping Alzheimers. Take heart; at least it's not cholera. With your sense of humour you would blast yourself apart
I have never possessed a dog but I frequently look after dogs of others when they are away. I see exactly what you mean.
They lie on me or at the foot of my bed, they wake me up by frantic wagging and licking my face and then miserably they wait until I am roused, dressed and boy-oh-boy such joy at hearing the clinging of the keys and opening the door. That is why I take care of these beasts. Such joy - it makes me dizzy, everytime I return after a 5 minute chore it is as though lifelong, life lost friends have met.
I know little about you, really very little. You probably know more of me from my abrasive tongue and generally mean behaviour,
I have the real things - not the silly cloak, I am tall enough to wear ordinary clothes and stand tall. I dont ask for special treatment. I just ask to be there and to see you.
RE: Would you drink ......
Why do say 'marketing' their own milk? And I'm afraid Dragonfly is right - his prediction is pretty correct. All over the poor world you will see the lines of thin, scrawny, underfed, often sick in front of hospitals to donate blood early in the morning - to earn a penny to eat and feed their families. Infact, it is probably a well organised job run by criminals; same for skeletons for medical schools - bodies are dumped into acid till the flesh is off and then sold; body parts - certainly. Mother's milk may become another terrible story.Besides, does mother's milk have the same nourishing qualities later in life? How does the idea sound in terms of yet another 'use' of women? Questions all? Any answers?
CD/H