It occurred to me yesterday like all of a sudden that our mouth is on and in our face and it is where we put the food to feed ourselves. I dont know how it happened but that is what i woke up this morning thinking about. I could elaborate aout the concept but it would be pedantic and not sincere due to my limitation of words. But really.. have you ever pondered over the fact that you insert food into that hole into your face ? keeping that in mind how could a person not think about their mouth while doing important other things such as politics or religion or sciences when they still have not figured out their bodily openings. Because without the tongue there would be no work, or politics or religion, because that's what the tongue is fighting for.. it is the sensation of the tongue inside the mouth that makes us want these things. Where would we find the mouth without the tongue inside of it ? The tongue is the beginning of all the problems and art and everything. But i return to the face where the mouth is protecting the tongue responsible for everything happening in the animal human life. Without the tongue there would be no want as the brain would be missing a close ally so to speak. Also the pleasure of the food is personal, but i saw on the tv commercials recently showing people who enjoy their food too much. It makes me annoyed because it's nobody's business and an invasion of the privacy. It is exaggerated and uncalled for. It is ok to say that food is good but they try to turn it into something else. So my pondering is why has the mouth placed itself on the face..and as a desecration, in a space acting as a receptacle for food. A thing also that makes me think is when a person invites another person for a meal at the restaurant for some reason... how is it possible not to be conscious of being seen inserting alimentation that soon will be on the process of digestion and further more. Some even manage to eat certain types of food, such as fancy cheeses, anchovies etc, that give these individuals an aura of respectability, which makes it even more laughable since it goes into the mouth that is located on the face that everybody can see. The more i think, it could be that the tongue wanted to be close to the brain..that is why it placed itself somewhere on the head..can you think of something regarding the mouth that you would like to share...
This morning i fancied these blogs to prison cells were prisoners communicate with their neighbors through their common walls in their individual cells..they use a tapping code on these walls.. the tapping code evolved along their incarcerations so to speak, with one another..sometimes a new neighbor on the other side of the wall comes into their reality..it is a remnant of their past they are trying to maintain..sometimes they eat in the cafereria, but they dont really talk..no one understand no one..they fleetingly have a remoted hope of perhaps reaching out, but it is now very feeble..it is a sad farce repeating itself..the pattern seems to be set and too even to be discernable..only the evenness of the randomness that is humanity..for some reason when in the cafereria, they dont know what to say..they are now habituated to the code they use on the walls in their individual cell..but the remoteness has become the thing.. the thing is the other that they saw and no longer know so well but is engraved into the brain, because the memory remembers..you can't take the feline out of the cat..the other is the anonymous and is often called the stranger, and the stranger becomes the new familiarity which in itself is extraordinary because it had to come to this...the stranger is now talking to me and is no longer a stranger which is the ultimate connection of the brains of the humans..the net enters the in..it is in the net..enter in the net of the Internet..Humanity and things in general have ways to patch themselves up with time...
It is interesting to think that i talk more on chatty sites than to people that i see everyday..for example at the library iv'e been sitting beside some people randomly on and off for hours and for months and have never talked to these people. Sometimes accidentally few words are exchanged for practical reasons..like may i borrow your pen..also it is interesting that among the regulars there is a man that really smells..but he looks clean, even one day i addressed him for some reason and his teeth were impeccable..and he is well dressed...but the interesting thing is that he cannot tolerate street people sitting beside him..sometimes street people smell...iv'e noticed and pretty bad...but i am surprised that among all the users he is the only clean looking one that smell and he is, so far the only one that manages to be impatient with the not so clean..i've noticed that often people lack logic, and they dont make sense..
Sometimes a person can look clean but they have no bath for months..sometimes these people have very good jobs or rather professions..but people think they are clean because they have a good job and a nice house..i knew a man like that..sometimes we have to live close to people to believe that they live in a certain way..for example sometimes people clean the chicken and the phone rings and they touch the receiver of the telephone without cleaning their hands..or they touch the door knob..that is not clean..that is how we can catch germs..after touching meat we should always clean our hands..most people are not logical..
Also the library makes it hard sometimes, as for example presently a man in front of me, keep on coughing at least every 60 seconds very loud..most of time it is like that..if i go at other libraries sometimes it is different..but here downtown it seems people are coughing more...i dont know why...but it is so...the other day i nearly felt like crying, because the man that smells would cough every 30 seconds...i'm almost sure he does it on purpose just to mark his territory..i heard a program on the radio the other day on that subject..that people cough at concerts because they are bored and they want attention..this man who said that was a music conductor...so he must have some brain...it's not only me..i find it interesting that i can find that kind of thing by myself..but why do they go to concerts if they dont like the music ? are they pretending they like it ? people crave attention and they bug others to get some satisfaction...the only peace we have is at night in the dark when everything is silent.. thanks god the day offers a break at night... :)
I know a man, who told me yesterday he was learning a language with a tape recorder or some kind of tool in his apartment. The language is the language people speak around him..in the house he lives and the large district he lives in, in his country. But he does not want these people to know he is learning their language..as he feels embarrassed..so he keeps the tone very low..as they could hear the words of their language because the walls are thin..me thinks yesterday that it was a great thing that he wants to learn a language..but i wake up in the morning and realize it does not make sense..when we want to learn a language we learn with people talking with them and not in secret..a great sadness resulted after thinking of the situation..i imagine that the apartment is dark and not clean..and the man is struggling to make sense out of his life the best he can..it would take courage and strength to see this apartment that i imagine is a basement as often the troubled ends up in basements. I was walking down the street today and saw someone with a tv camera filming 2 street people..that is in the open..i was skeptical..a big sophisticated camera to film poverty..no, no, i told myself..it is what is hidden that is the sadness..i whish i could help this person..
you will need 1/2 a cup of radishes and a blender..or perhaps you could do it by hand. first let's explore by hand..the radishes have to be cut diagonally then the two resulting halves will have to be cut in halves..but first have you realized why you have chosen radishes in the first place..they are no good by themselves or even mixed with other ingredients..and yet they exist..but have you ever ponder why something as bland as a radish is even sold in markets..it's like everything we do..because they are there..and why not..they are there and we see people buying them..have you ever loved an ugly dog ? and why did you know it was ugly ? and if you loved him..what made you love him ? is it your sense of compassion ?
but that makes sense..as the love for the dog is not sold at the market...but the radish is..so that is why it does not make sense to eat radishes just because they sell them..