From: oldernow@dev.null   
      
   On 2025-04-03, Ed Cryer  wrote:   
      
   > Maybe you're as capable of appreciating the finer things   
   > of "reality" as I am. Try this.  Walk down a suburban   
   > street in late spring. Smell the budding world of nature.   
   > The snowdrops have come and gone, then the crocuses,   
   > then the daffodils, followed by the dandelions. And then   
   > the hedgerows bud, brown turning green, and the empty   
   > tree branches are thickening with new leaves a-coming.   
   > The birds are very busy as the world renews under a bright   
   > sun.  Surrender to it. It makes you want to sing along.   
      
   But... my singing - not to mention the idyllicy of the   
   scene - ended abruptly when what is called an "asshole"   
   drove too near me in their muffler-free vehicle, whose   
   burning-oil-rich exhaust overcame the flowery scents, the   
   driver ejecting what is called "trash" from the vehicle   
   window nearest them upon the vehicle's tire tracks through   
   the flowers, the noise of it all convincing the birds   
   they best flee the scene for their lives being in danger -   
   a thought that I, too, had until a hallucinated inner cup   
   of testosteronic pride boiled over into an overall aura of   
   "I'm going to kill that motherfucking piece of shit if I   
   ever get the chance!", which difficult-to-suppress aura   
   masked the scene you described into oblivion.   
      
   Grant it, none of that is as bad as words on a screen   
   insisting their author knows more about you than you do.   
      
   But, as we say, "it's right up there"....   
      
   > I hope you can respond to that with some degree of   
   > joy. It's very poetic, Wordsworthian almost **, but it   
   > contains something that most people feel in their bones.   
      
   It's also mostly - if not entirely - in the hoping/dream   
   zone.   
      
   A seeming "reality" seemingly emerges from the faith-ful   
   (read: full-of-faith) repetition of thoughts about it.   
      
   --   
   NPC's dutifully ignored.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)