to(dis)day, to day

  to day I’m thinking of our class today at school, since I’m so lucky with these people here. We’ve got a lot of skills at using tools and also at befriending who comes near. We could be covering each others’ backs and helping other people in our class but sometimes we feel scared of all our “lacks” and what we’re not so good at, we let pass… We could be working hard to get stuff done and helping our whole class to think, and see, and understand this life under the sun till we become what people know as “free”.. to live and act, instead of quite enslaved to how we’re feeling, and what we desire. The kind of folk who often have behaved against their feelings, ’coz of things much higher all carried to us by our culture through the people who are sent by what’s unknown to us, to help us become humans who are able to grow bigger than what’s shown by light & sound to those around who see the same things that we see - the surface stuff that sometimes is quite hard to see though. We...

  Two handed..(10 fingers) Assuming all the gods which culture gave  him, as with walking, language, dress code, and his sense of humour, honour, kind of whim allowable, technologies that stand (because their secrets - held in guilds of trust - are too complex to master in one life, and yet can be bequeathed, as well they must, to individuals, husband or wife). Where can a man, or woman, go from there?  What options would he have? And how could she work well within the confines she has where she finds herself? And though the options be with diff’rent clothing, and maybe approach, at heart they’re sim-i-lar (& complement).  For humans aren’t one part, both horse and coach both oars and sails together get ships sent..   It's not our place to see the way to take It is our place to take each step we make On seeing all our inconsistencies to choose against confusing drugs of ease, recalling and confronting our own hell  that we have brought into this world s...