In that as i said "it recreates itself every day"
So, what do i know?.
Except that if you seek, you don't find
But sometimes out of left field what you need comes and bites you in your bum...
And the old man - Oxford 'Fellow' spoke as if he was a born again "human" even slight hippy.
Before he died.
" ..it...recreates itself anew every day.." (i have it in my propper chronicle.)
But i have in my propper chronicle the real "the"....
times two.
14th August 2020 after the most glorious spring and summer unimaginable.
Kids... uncling MAtilda with her old Swedish grannie...
Often just her and us...
And all the rest...
THOUGHBUBBLE:
" ok time to at last go and write what the ferk is 'it'...?"
"IT'S KAIROS TIME"
" DOWN TO THE BEST QUIET BENCH AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HUGE PARKLAND ONLT 1KM FROM THEIR HORRID LITTLE WELLNESS AND SHAMAN VUDU TOWN..... I JUST KNOW THERE WON'T BE ANYONE AROUND....AS THERE HASN'T ALL SUMMER... TOO BUST SEEING THE FUTURE VIA THEIR BIG FAT TELLIES.... OK SO... CHEAP FOUNTAIN PEN OUT.... oops i didnt see its on cap lock.... which is critical as you do NOT shout about the sublime....
(the circs are extreme the dull chat of two blokes talking about their kit nearby)
"down to the bench ... sun on ones bare back..... ok so what IS IT?... .... " it is a conceit to... [oops errata 'think'..] thing... ... EVEN [ spoltched*] ... a 'fine' definition is any real good to humanity...."
it is reasonable to have jotted 'thing' rather than 'think' ...
As at 'thin...' a scream comes from 100m away.... a 4 year old boy swept away by the current - albeit not very sweeping-away a current....
Swept away...
His chubby mum sat nearby doesn't even register never mind put her phone down and Million Dollar Man belt into the river and save him....
Just gawps....
And from 100m away her left field up the field comes a several Million Dollar old goat .... saving the little "'human' from a fate worse than ...
And five minutes later the splotch is there for me and my 'god' to p[rove the point in the water droplet....
that made me smile.
But as i wander often dictaphoning especially on the big " righty ho now is kairos day what can i say..."
One day
i shall listen again.
But the second time, almost as if by magic... sat alongside Shitcreek 13 July 2023
I sit to scribble " ok can i do a bit better are there words..?"
And..... along he comes - cowboy hat, walking crook whatever they call a walking stick completely uneccessary as despite his drug habit he can still walk....
maybe a show-stick of something similar to a 'cowboy hat when its thirty degrees ...seemingly compulsory in Gwerk-on-the-bog....
There is a rule: a forever rule......
An English rule.... a "human" in a van or other 'live in vehicle' just sat minding his own business ... only one 'business' there.... failed.... nevertheless sat minding your own business in the sun... having politely made sure one isnt obstructing any footpath or pilgrims' way.... factoring in the fact that most are on strong spliffy drugs down Gwerk-way.... so leave an extra bit of 'space' ...
Mister leather blouson .... bought bohemian cowboy hat crook and dog...
I had seen him over the weeks....
performing the 'outsider'....
But there is a rule: a man a bit on the outside..living aside
Never aggresses another man in the same zen-space...
Nowhere in the whole world have i experienced that... never.. black brown even woman....
But as if to recreate itself to perfectly tell me whats what....
The bought bohemian man, shows he isn't any man, but just a sour pussy cat who can only insult....
in fact if i weren't an actual 'man' i would use their default word... for a big ignorant old orange telling a coke addled man in a black t shirt or designer combat gear... to off you trot you made the wrong decision.. three years ago....
the real problem is i am so conceited i cannot write indoors when there is even one photon of sun over the horizon....so i cannot see what i have written never mind find the time to write it nicely .... yet.
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