A somethink

Humility of this kind
As the saying goes.
“you can piss in their eyes, but it's all God's dew to them.”
And for the third year they've been diligently composing about sunset, sunrise, snow.
And about their unearthly love for their spouse - a jar of expired pickled tomatoes.
It's like nothing ever happened that they didn't mention.
So maybe there really is a third bump on the old servant's skull?

He shaved him with a razor every morning on the veranda for 20 years.
I need to watch that movie again, now with the right sound.
It's not all that simple in there.
And Tarantino hasn't found an exhaustive all-inclusive answer to the submissiveness of the question either.
But it could be that if you free a shackled little man from his chains, you get Lester from a small Fargo town.
That is, a bastard of a size much larger than his volume.

That's exactly how fox werewolves behave, Ryunosuke.
And it's not hard to catch a fox, it'll come to the smell of yams anyway.
Feeling like an unhappy leaf in the wind of fate.

Ouija, I'm not even interested.
Even Tarantino thought for two days twenty years ago.
and never found the answer,
And now you want to answer the blitz.
And no one has found the answer.
Name it?

And I'll give you the reason why
The generalizations in the problem condition are too broad.
But it is only the abstract that can be talked about with concreteness.
And never the other way around.
That's a questionable assertion.
And I'm not going to argue it.
The concrete through abstraction is inexpressible
If dickheadedness is desirable, I'd like an answer.

Tell me what we're talking about here.
And for what reason?
I have no claim on anyone, ever, except myself.
No, Widge, I have a lot of different claims on you, too.
But not about abstract leaves in the wind.

There are different philosophies of approach.
A true rastaman, for example, will never cut the grass -
Why? Let the grass grow.
You don't read about it in books, if only between the lines.
It would be nice if I could do it now,
but it's strictly forbidden and therefore I'm also very much against it.
Let's cut all the grass down to nothing!
So what if it's snowing now? It's the principle of the thing,
a sober mood for anything.
It's called uncontaminated activity.

Well, Mr. Whiskey has made up his own stuff.
And the author's opinion is not the opinion of any bottled entity at all.
I'm sorry, Mr. Whiskey, that's a standard necessary note.
Of course I don't think that, me and lawn grass don't think anything at all.



What now? Body hair as an example?
If we're talking about landscaping as an example.
Well, I say we trim the eyelashes and leave it in the bikini area.
But shaving men's faces.
Submissive poor things.
Here's a philosophical reflection on barber shops.
There's this third knoll of humility, it's not on the skull.
Maybe it's inside.
But why mow the grass? Let the grass grow.

Did you get over the shock?
Not yet.
But the added conclusion here is clear:
Broad generalizations are evil in any case.
Unless the goal is not to solve the problem.

Why cut the grass?
That question is almost a koan, by the way,
And it's not asked from these realities.
And you can discover a lot of new and interesting things about yourself
If you try to answer it.

But I prefer not to answer questions that start with “why”.
Because that question is in itself destructive.
The answer “it's the way it should be” is invariable.
To whom? Me, of course.
Damn that philosophy, really, Widge.

I'm leveling the effects of the shock I received here.
Crazy people think I'm crazy?
There's nothing I can do to help them.
But I can heal as best I can. I'm just a herbalist, remember?
Yeah, some of them just cure everything at once and for good.