Dog tale



On ne devrait jamais sous-estimer les sentiments des animaux, parfois plus forts semble-t-il que ceux des êtres humains. Voici un petit exemple assez récent.

On a un Bichon Maltais. Il entre dans sa quatorzième année. Il avait une copine Cotton encore plus âgée (16 ans). Lors de notre dernière absence on a été obligé de la confier à son ancien maitre, mais elle souffrait de cette séparation précipitée, et était tellement malade qu'il fallait abréger ses souffrances. Il n'y avait rien d'autre à faire, mais c'est probable que son séjour chez 'Max', notre Bichon, lui a donné quasi quatre ans de plus de joie de vivre (accentués par la joie de manger).

Mais à son tour Max, privé aussi soudainement de sa copine, a commencé à manifester sa douleur. Il en a été littéralement très malade. Souffrant de maints problèmes physiques, il ne supportait même plus qu'on le porte, mais naturellement il fallait qu'il sorte pour faire ses besoins, d'où le problème, car ici on est haut dans le village et les marches sont raides. Max n'arrivait que très péniblement à lever ses pattes pour grimper, mais il remuait sa queue comme pour nous rassurer que tout va bien. C'était ça le plus émouvant, son courage et ce qui semblait être une incroyable considération envers nous. Il avait tellement mal qu'on pensait qu'il était perdu.

Le vétérinaire nous a conseillé de le faire scanner. En effet il avait quatre hernies discales. Mais avec des antibiotiques, cortisone et calmants, il a réagi positivement.
C'est alors qu'on a décidé de lui chercher une autre petite copine.
Grâce à la découverte par un petit fils, on a choisi un chiot Border Collie. Il semble qu'on a choisi le meilleur de la petite famille, mais point un femelle finalement.

D'abord chez nous il y a eu un peu d'incertitude et de jalousie, puis Max a commencé à assumer la défense de 'Cayden' contre Gatsby le chat, parfois de manière exagérée car il était évident que Gatsby avait déjà accepté Cayden. Ce scénario durait depuis quelques jours, pendant lesquels visiblement Max rajeunissait de plus en plus, croyant même pouvoir faire les choses qu'il n'aurait pas du, comme sauter encore sur le lit et descendre les marches de la terrasse à toute vitesse, etc. Car pour grimper et descendre, pour lui en principe c'est totalement interdit. Il faut le porter jusqu'où le terrain est assez plat.


Petit à petit donc Max acceptait que Cayden lui tire ses oreilles, saute sur lui et le prive de sommeil. Lorsque Cayden se mettait à côté de lui dans son lit, Max le lui cédait entièrement, préférant trouver son propre coin tranquille sans être constamment dérangé. Aujourd'hui il semble être flatté en prenant un air paternel et protecteur lorsque Cayden vient dormir à côté de lui. Et les voilà ensemble.


Mais ce ne sera pas pour trop longtemps, car Cayden va devenir deux fois plus grand que le vieux Max. Mais de toute façon dans la guerre et l'amour les chiens n'ont pas trop de conception de taille.
Chez de tels animaux c'est manifeste que l'amour est bien plus fort que les sentiments négatifs tels que la jalousie et la méfiance. Et pour qu'un animal exprime la haine, il faut qu'il soit vraiment malade. Malheureusement on ne peut pas affirmer la même chose pour les êtres humains, mais voilà la nature des choses.
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Text and images © Mirino. November, 2014

Egalitarianism
















If everyone were equally poor, living in poverty would be the normal state of existence. If everyone were equally prosperous, living in prosperity would be the normal state of existence. Poverty therefore becomes an unacceptable state of existence in relation to a prosperous state of existence.  
(I wrote more or less the same thing as a commentary under the same title here).

The doctrine of egalitarianism is false because it's impossible to realise. All ideologies that essentially go against nature are impossible to realise. French socialists seem to believe that their ideology can even change the laws of nature. The only requirement is fanatical conviction. They believe that they can change or even eliminate history, much the same way as the 'enlightened' (illuminés) of the French Revolution thought. The latter even went as far as to try to erase all pre-revolutionary history. This is characteristic of totalitarianism when historic facts are thought to go against the grain of the established and imposed ideology or religion.

What French socialists are apparently incapable of creating is prosperity. This is so painfully evident that despite their inane efforts, one ends up believing that not succeeding in creating prosperity is an essential part of their program.
In this case socialism becomes parasitical. As it cannot create wealth it can only create poverty, and by extension the poor rely on socialism in order to get by, thanks to socialist altruism.

Instead of trying to create a society in which poverty cannot possibly exist, socialism seems to perpetuate poverty in order to perpetuate itself. As Oscar Wilde shrewdly pointed out, socialist altruism becomes part of the malady of poverty. The poor- influenced, if not conditioned to distrust those capable of freeing society in order to establish a more natural, economically positive climate that encourages individual entreprise that leads to prosperity- will continue to vote for those who foster them, pretending to represent them and care for them the most.

For the same reason of false equality, French socialism seems inclined to limit the level of national education to a strict acceptable minimum. As the natural spirit of competitively is not considered politically correct, compensation for individual efforts and good results, and even grants for further education awarded to those who merit such help and encouragement, are suppressed. Naturally the standard of national education under such circumstances becomes worse than mediocre.
According to French socialist ministers, this would seem to be perfectly acceptable for the people. The future elite, the sons and daughters of French socialist ministers however, would benefit from much better, private school education.

French socialism naturally extols the French Revolution and the birth of the Republic. In their view when the end justifies the means, one has no need to dwell on the means. But one conveniently forgets, or glosses over, where, in historic fact, the 'end' is established.
The French Revolution became a heinous monster that finally, fortunately, destroyed itself. But that was not the 'end', unless one accepts that even worse poverty, rife criminality, extreme social division, general disorder, distrust, disillusionment, and the catastrophic state of the French economy was then the justified end.

In historic fact the end was 'justified' by Napoléon Bonaparte. In his time he was considered to be born of the Revolution. Without him France would have remained in the most miserable divided, hopeless and pitiful mess. It was thanks to Napoléon that prosperity and national unity was regained and re-established. But that was by no means all that he accomplished, not only for national posterity, but for European and global posterity.
Yet today French socialism accords little importance to Napoléon. For them he hardly even deserves a page in history. As he represents a model, an example, he is thus considered by socialist standards to be a menace. For ideological reasons he is dismissed as being politically incorrect. But then he was an individual. French socialists fear such individuals because they actively disprove socialist doctrine. Isn't this one good reason why history will eventually and finally reject socialism as null and void?
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      Text © Mirino. Painting- Prise du Palais des Tuileries (1792) Jean Duplessis-Bertaux.                                                                                        November, 2014

Riflessi

 


Nell'istante in cui succede qualcosa
Diventa una verità stabilita,
Nessuno può negare allora
Che così il per caso non esista

Nella storia la si vede chiaramente
Questa rete di circostanze
Ben legato è ogni filamento,
Ciascuno porta al successivo

Non è questo il riflesso del cosmo,
La nascita e la morte di ogni stella,
Il nostro microcosmo in piccolo,

E la ragione per cui la vita è bella?


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Image and poem © Mirino (with many thanks to a fellow contrarian). 
October, 2014

Digital digressions



Today's digital world seems to have gradually conditioned us to exist in function with numbers. Almost everything is rated and registered numerically. We have identification numbers, account numbers, credit card numbers, code numbers, road numbers, social security numbers, contract numbers, billing numbers, phone and cellular numbers. We are inundated with numbers. The media try to influence us with unconvincing opinion poll percentages regarding our ministers and heads of State who defy the odds in trying to govern us. A numerical order of preference is established of those the Press think should govern us in the future, apparently without ever having learnt anything from their previous disastrous errors of judgement.

When it was once thought that by the nineties everyone would be benefitting from the freedom and technology of having their own private means to fly, we are restricted to our regulated, look-alike, numbered, ground vehicles now full of digital electronic equipment and we must comply to the laws of either crawling along at whatever maximum speed number is permitted, unless we pay the digital toll fee to drive at a faster speed number authorised on the motor ways. There we are digitally warned in advance of traffic jams, road works or digitally measured pollution levels that advise us that we have to reduce speed using a lower gear that will logically (digitally) increase the pollution.

No one bothers to open their car bonnets anymore, because of the unfathomable mystery of digital electronics. When I was young, one could service one's own car quite easily. You only needed a grease gun, a can of oil and a basin to catch the used engine oil. In those days a car had what they quaintly called 'nipples' onto which you would plug your grease gun in order to pump the grease into the working parts and bearings, etc. In certain vintage cars the brakes housed in brake drums were activated by a cable tightened by virtually standing diagonally on the brake pedal with as much weight as possible. When something was 'US', it meant that it was unserviceable. Incredibly it had already reached the end of its lifetime.
There was no upgrading in those days, because most things were built 'to last a life time'. This phrase was often used to promote whatever was built to last, because at that time, the world we now live in, when things are considered old, or out of date, after only two to four years of use, would obviously have been totally inconceivable and considered nightmarishly mad, which perhaps it is.

Thankfully today, in our digital world, there are ironic exceptions to the rule of datedness and upgrading. For example, I have always used Apple computers. One of my Macs is very old by modern standards. It seems immortal.
It has a drive for what were called "floppy disks" now completely obsolete due to their absurdly limited digital content space. It also has a Zip drive, and although still practical, in comparison with USB keys, their content space is also very limited. And this old Mac has a CD drive but it cannot write ('burn') content to CDs. I added a USB card to the Mac to connect a now "old" seven colour printer as well as USB keys, etc. But one has to be careful with the keys. If their capacity is too large for the old Mac, it crashes. It can accommodate modest content size keys, however.
Anyway I keep this old, very slow but ever faithful computer and its heavy monitor, simply because the driver for the printer no longer exists for modern iMacs. And as the results obtained from this printer are very good, there is no reason why I should 'upgrade' it. But this, of course, is also a sign of the times. The constant need or quasi social and professional obligation, if not obsession, to 'upgrade'.  The technical (digital) improvements are realised so rapidly, and often too rapidly (because not enough time can be spent on making sure there are no consequential problems) that one seems to be conditioned into having either a guilt complex or regrets if one fails for whatever reason to purchase the new upgraded digitally improved model after two or three years or so. Then with the new computer one has the duty of upgrading the system for as long as that particular model is regarded as 'valid,' and this also in what seems to be constantly shortened periods of time.

The same applies to automobiles, although more on a four to five year basis, but logically their life span will also be gradually reduced according to digital and environmental developments. The improvements are remarkable, but sometimes one might be tempted to go too far. The new radar devices for example, would drive me balmy, including what could be likened to mini firework displays which are additional, futile digital distractions from actually driving.

To return to the computer. Those who write web-logs (to avoid use of the hateful word) might be interested to know how popular their site is. The page-view counts are thus digitally measured and it's fascinating to note the rising number of viewers in different countries all over the world. There are also sites claiming to be able to digitally grant an order of merit to such sites. I referred to this once before, because most results are absurdly incoherent, and more so as this link no longer leeds anywhere.
Nevertheless many writers of web-logs aspire to reach the top number one. Naturally it would be an illusion, even if one believed that these assessments make sense. For today how long will one remain number one before sadly sinking into the abyss of multiple figures once again? A few hours? Can one seriously regard such assessments (which never correspond with each other) as valid and reliable measures of any originality, talent or art? The illusion of short term fame determined by morons.
Through the history of civilisation, rare is it when art has been accurately assessed for its real aesthetic value during the period when it was actually created. For despite technology we still have to contend with the imperfections of immutable human nature.

Meanwhile the digital seconds of our lives tick by inexorably. It's probable that digital technology could perfect a means whereby our physical condition and subsequent life-span could be approximately determined. For those digitally conditioned or perverse enough to be so curious, individual life duration watches could be made available to be worn so that one could actually vision their life time digitally dwindling away. However, nature always has the last word, which has to include human nature, and like nature herself, the mechanism of the universe is subject to its nucleus of incredibly advanced, ever evolving, subtle mathematics, which would make our fabulous era of digital electronic technology seem too rigid, and relatively insignificant in any case.


Text and images © Mirino. October, 2014

Miracles



Writing naturally becomes more important for people who can't hear very well. This doesn't mean they need to hang small blackboards round their necks and carry sticks of chalk as a means of communication, but it could be a reason why they feel they are being rudely ignored when they don't get a written reply as soon as they would like.
Deafness has its advantages however, providing one can get by reasonably well with a good hearing-aid. It could even be considered a luxury to have the choice between silence and noise at the flick of a switch. And sometimes, miracles can happen.

For if after years of living a sort of enchanted lie without being aware of it, we finally agree to settle for individual freedom, then start to regain confidence in ourselves, we might be lucky enough to discover that we only have to be ourselves to be appreciated and even loved. And this is what actually happened.

To love a person for herself, and to be loved for oneself, might sometimes seem a rare privilege by today's standards, but obviously it's possible. Comparing such a privilege with any other, less positive, affective experience is pointless, because there is no comparison.

The first miracle was that in this blissful, new found freedom so warmly enhanced with new found love, after years of disillusions and deafness; in spite of the fact that I am totally deaf in one ear, I could actually hear in my 'still in 30% function mode side' far better than I could ever remember, and this even without any hearing-aid.

This remarkably improved physical condition brought about thanks to a new life with a wonderful new relationship, lasted for two years. A marvelous gift. And the fact that the miracle was not to last, by no means reduced its importance.

The second miracle might seem more of a fabulation, but essentially aren't miracles fabulous in any case? It's the miracle last touched upon, effleuré. The impression that with time, instead of getting older, we are getting younger. Is it because life is being appreciated increasingly more?

When a woman is properly loved, comblée et contente, she is ever beautiful. It has nothing to do with age. She blossoms on and on, hors de temps. She goes beyond Shakespeare's famous sonnet. She becomes increasingly desirable and enchanting to the person who loves her. And her beauty, charm and desirability naturally determine and perpetuate her lover's own 'eternal youth'. Thus blissfully they dance on forever in this sublime enchantment.
(In any case this is a far more agreeable interpretation than putting it all down to the ramblings of an incorrigible old romantic, and selenium).
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Text and image © Mirino. September, 2014

Jouvence




Plus jeune
Avec les ans
Devient-elle

Le parfum
D'une rose
Aussi belle

Enlacés
Hors du temps
Enchantés

Aux nues
De jouvence
Emportés

  Pour C. 
 

Poem and images © Mirino. September, 2014