Kaleidoscope



The ever changing cloud formations are often fascinating. A grey, rainy day might seem like any other, but even so, each day is naturally unique. A few seconds are all that the elements require to modify their celestial compositions in ways that no one has ever seen before and will ever see again.
This constant transformation, fleeting moments of moving, metamorphosing clouds of vapour ⚀ defined by sunlight and shadow, and gloriously set off in colour by the braise of dawn and the embers of dusk, isn't it a modest, momentary reflection of the mechanism of the universe, and of life and its ephemerality?

From such high altitudes, we far below, wending our ways in our little coloured vehicles, patiently waiting in traffic jams, appear to be like so many busy, frustrated ants full of their own importance. Yet we also seem to have reached such lofty heights of vanity that we believe we have the divine power of causing radical climatic change.

If one considers the age of the planet Earth (an estimated 4,543 billion years) and the fact that man started recording annual climatic temperatures as from the year 1880, the duration of 136 years in relationship to the venerable age of our planet, is hardly enough time to enable us to affirm anything, certainly including our ability to cause climatic change and our ensuing responsibility for it. Under such circumstances it would be absurd to jump to any such conclusions. One might just as well assert that man was responsible for the Ice ages.

There are also unofficial recordings of climatic abnormalities written by journalists and writers throughout man's relatively short history. Samuel Pepys records examples of abnormally hot Londonian summers in his diaries of the 17th century, for example. Uncommonly cold winters are vividly recorded by Shakespeare, as another example.

The universe has its own elliptical and maybe even spiralic cycles which not only determine our seasons, but also seasonal changes, and variations of climatic cycles.
It might not be overly pretentious to believe that human beings are more important than ants, but man reveals his hypocrisy when he affirms that he is the cause of what appears to be increasing climatic abnormalities, and must therefore assume the responsibility for them, but does nothing really decisive or effective to resolve what he asserts to be the cause and the effects.

Let us assume, for argument's sake, that fossil fuel is partly responsible for 'global warming'. The fact is that we already have the technology to avoid having to rely on fossil fuel, but the world's economy and its geopolitical balance continue to depend on the production and commerce of fossil energy. So our illustrious governments make futile compromises, similarly to inordinately taxing cigarettes rather than banning their production. They try to make us feel guilty for driving cars that run on petrol that they can thus also heavily tax, and they pretend to encourage us to buy 'clean vehicles' without making them economically accessible or globally practical.

The vanity of believing, and then persuading the masses, that we are responsible for climatic change (and why not by extension, for creating new planets, black holes, and all cosmological phenomena?) is an extremely lucrative pretext. Dependency has always been a lucrative source. Our so called ecologists who know nothing about nature, the Marxists camouflaged in Lincoln green, would sooner rob the poor to finance their hare-brained schemes. Trying to reintroduce Eurasian wolves and bears in Central Europe to make things even more difficult for sheep farmers is an example of their ecological ignorance. They would rather make a simple individual who runs his little car on diesel fuel feel guilty and thus tax him as much as possible, than try to help him buy an allegedly non polluting electrically powered vehicle, and generalise the access of electronic recharge points in a far more practical way. They would sooner increase penalising taxes on fossil fuels than invest in so called 'clean energy'. They have no qualms about ruining the scenery of the countrysides with costly and relatively inefficient wind turbine generators, but they permanently maintain serious reservations about investing any money in modernising far more productive nuclear plants and in resolving the security problems engendered by the plants' more economic, efficient and far more important power output capacity.

The claim that man has endangered his planet and must assume the responsibility of resolving the problem for future generations, is a precious political and economical pretext. A politically correct cause that is being milked unscrupulously in the most hypocritical manner. For as long as the world's economy is based on, and determined by fossil fuel, the farce performed by impostors and charlatans will continue.

Inevitably however, man is occasionally subjected to dramatic moments of truth. The poetic justice of when the laws of nature, far more imposing, impressive, decisive and inexorable than any man-made laws, remind us who is really in charge and who has the final word.


(Scientific studies maintain that the Earth's temperature has constantly changed throughout the planet's history.
During the Phanerozoic it was warmer than it is in our day and age, but life has always managed to adapt to either excessive heat or cold. One cannot therefore maintain categorically that there is a correct terrestrial climate temperature.
Other evidence proves that carbon dioxide has always existed in the Earth's atmosphere, and that CO2 levels have risen and fallen naturally, obviously without the influence of mankind.
In fact for the greater part of the Phanerozoic, the levels of CO2 were much higher than they are today, and there were then no polar ice caps.
During the vast history of our planet there have been several ice ages through which important life forms naturally survived).


Cumulous, Stratus, Stratocumulus, Cumulonimbus, Cirrocumulus, Nimbostratus and Cirrus. 
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Text and top image © Mirino. Lower image with thanks to National Geographic. Additional information with thanks to The Resilient Earth. February, 2016.
 

Mary's lamb

  
 
Mary had a lazy lamb
Its fleece was black as soot,
And no matter where Mary went,
The lamb moved not a foot.

    The lazy lamb grew rather stout     
Whilst Mary became thinner,
She gave the lamb a hefty clout,
And had roast lamb for dinner.




The original, much sweeter, far less cynical nursery rhyme, 'Mary had a Little Lamb' was first published by Capen & Lyon, a publishing company in Boston, USA. 
It was based on a true story of how a certain Mary Sawyer took her pet lamb with her to school one day and caused a general distraction. Click here for more information.

Parody and images © Mirino. January, 2016


Food for thought



Human nature naturally determines humanity's positive advance or negative regression at the same time. This paradox is more apparent today than perhaps it ever was, because of the enormous gulf between man's sophisticated technological ability on one side, and the same species' capacity to be barbaric, destructive and absurdly medieval, on the other. And religion, whether it be practiced falsely or truthfully, has really nothing to do with it.

Today, for example, one would be far more inclined to respect the religious beliefs of a scientist, than those of a 'religious' fanatic. This simply because the awareness and appreciation of a scientist who goes so far in acquiring knowledge that he eventually, irrevocably, reaches the point of concluding that he knows relatively nothing, starkly contrasts in humility with the unawareness, the lack of appreciation, and the ignorance of the so called religious fanatic who pretends to know everything.
Naturally the point reached is where and when there is no other possible explanation within contemporary scientific reach to comprehend the fabulous, if not unfathomable, wonders of life and the universe.

Another paradox regards communication. In spite of modern means of instant, world wide electronic communication, one seems to glean more information about the daily activities of one's own children via Facebook, than by a more personal exchange of correspondence with them. There might also be a tendency for the young to confide more in so called 'friends', collected, (like the old cigarette cards, or the more modern, yet already dated, Pokémon cards) than in their own families. The 'friends', the ever increasing multitudes of individuals about whom one knows relatively nothing, or would never meet, represent the vital flow of virtual humanity that determines the extremely lucrative reason of being of 'social' sites such as Facebook.
Thus it appears that the days of the treasured, beautiful, personal, hand written letter are long gone by. Modern communication is such that one doesn't need to respect grammar, spelling or style. Today for our younger generations, time seems to have far more importance than poetry.

There is also the paradox of modern travel, where in Europe, compared to the limited means of transport during the Elizabethan era, for another example, one might reach the conclusion that there is generally less cultural exchange today, than there was in the 16th century. Again it must be a question of time, which also means money.

Today we live according to the establishment's imposed programs. It would seem that the establishment is presided by the three monkeys. Laicism is treated as a religion in itself. Homosexual marriages which will invariably lead to the adoption of children, are generally, officially and patronisingly accepted, and any mayor who by principle refuses to abide by the rule, will more or less be treated as a common criminal.
In Europe the blind acceptance of thousands, if not millions of migrants, is delicately handled with such sensitive diplomacy, that if one wishes to comment on the wisdom of such generosity, one must carefully choose one's words to avoid being repeatedly censored by certain media. To begin with, for example, the details of the shameful New Year's Eve episode in Cologne were reported by the same media in an irresponsible way that does no credit to journalism. It follows that we have no right to be surprised if in addition to the mass molesting of young European women, a part of the price for generous European hospitality will be the destruction of European churches, and even worse.

Another modern paradox regards certain eating habits. The relatively new sectarian vegan conviction. But if eggs, cheese, butter and all milk products are considered edible by certain would-be vegans, then wouldn't the defended principle be categorically breached?
Logically it could follow that such food sectarians eventually decide that all living organisms including vegetables, shouldn't be eaten either. 'Foods' would thus be artificial, and sold (expensively) in little jars in special bio-vegan, happy-health stores. They would be just as tastelessly coloured to accord with whatever homeopathetic vague souvenir of a vitamin they are supposed to represent, and huge fortunes would be made with ease by cynical, meat-eating opportunists.
(The far less convinced, including myself, would prefer an Angus sirloin, any time).

Whatever 2016 cooks up, it could well be a determining year in many tasteful or tasteless respects. Hopefully humanity might even take a positive step in the right direction.
                                       Happy New Year to us all!


Text and images © Mirino. January, 2016

Christmas star


 


Warm wishes
Homely lights
Peace on Earth
Starry nights

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Sometimes they seem to be within reach, yet they are so far away, as is our understanding of it all.
For the further we succeed in reaching out, the more we realise that we still have a long, long way to go. But then that is the precious beauty and magic of the Universe, and of life itself.

Another Christmas to cherish in every respect.
A very special, new-born Child, to protect in our troubled world.


Merry Christmas to us all
Joyeux Noël
Buon Natale 

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 Text and image © Mirino. December, 2015
 

Conceptions



Les conceptions de paradis et de l'enfer sont purement spirituelles et métaphysiques. Elles sont conçues par l'homme comme destins finaux pour ceux qui perpètrent soit le bien, soit le mal. Elles sont fondamentales aux religions, mais même pour les non-croyants elles ont une signification essentielle.

L'idée de paradis immortel est cependant incohérente. Toute beauté est vitale et donc éphémère. Sa temporalité détermine justement sa beauté dans toutes ses phases. Paradis sans arbres fruitiers, fleurs, oiseaux, poissons exotiques, cascades cristallines, saisons, etc., et surtout paradis sans l'amour, sans le cycle de la vie, serait donc morne, stérile et naturellement impossible.

La vie est un cadeau extraordinaire. Un emprunt précieux.
Paradis ou enfer est donc ce que l'on peut contribuer à créer pendant notre relativement bref séjour sur terre. On peut essayer de la rendre plus belle et paradisiaque, un jardin de rêve, ou on peut contribuer à la transformer en enfer, la désolation du cauchemar. Mais notre choix ne déterminera pas notre destin final spirituel. Ceux qui essaient de rendre le monde plus beau sont toujours pleinement compensés par le résultat et la satisfaction ressentie par cet accomplissement. Mais ceux qui font tout pour rendre le monde un enfer, ne connaîtront que le cauchemar de ce dernier.

Text and illustrations © Mirino. Novembre, 2015

Fall



Quand le monde humain semble plus fou que jamais, incurablement fou et vaniteux, il y a quelque chose de rassurant et donc soulageant qui émane des saisons, surtout celle de l'automne.


On est pris de court chaque fois. Souvent on imagine que les couleurs sont plus éclatantes et lumineuses que jamais. Mais ce qui importe c'est que l'on regarde de nouveau ce spectacle fabuleux avec les yeux d'un enfant, car d'une certaine façon et mesure c'est aussi notre renaissance.


Le crescendo du cycle de la vie.
Le capter un tout petit peu est trouver et conserver un trésor glorieux et éphémère. C'est comme trouver de beaux sanguins dorés en parfait état dans une forêt. Trésors de l'automne pour les privilégiés.

 
 



Ce quelque chose de si rassurant est que malgré notre folie et cupidité, l'automne présente son spectacle merveilleux chaque année avec splendeur, grâce et générosité.


Comme l'homme de bois sage et sans âge, vêtu d'une robe éthérée et sublime.
Il est magique. D'abord il nous sourit chaleureusement, puis en baissant sa tête il nous regarde avec un petit air d'ironie et de scepticisme, nous rappelant avec subtilité et gentillesse que c'est toujours lui, ainsi que sa belle femme Gaea, mère de la terre, qui décident. Et comme toujours, depuis la nuit des temps, malgré notre vanité, on n'y est strictement pour rien.


Text and photographs © Mirino. October, 2015