Letters And Posts

I've just come from engaging in some frivolity with someone about 'evidence' and 'logic,' during which bout I was so bored I pulled out that old thing about the stick bending in the water according to the 'evidence' of your eyes - which of course, is contradicted by the rationality of your brain.

No reason - just looks good.

And this is a good link to what we have already spent some time looking at here, which is, namely, what your mind will hand to you, when you have cut it off from the stimulation of the continuous stream of data from your ordinary senses. 'Polyvagal theory' in part proposes that the emotions felt, arising from your stomach, and your throat (feelings of constriction, production of saliva, other things), are able to be mediated by regular breathing.

I mean we have gone already a long way from just that simplistic, if possibly still valid idea about what our minds perceive and what pre-dispositions we may have to ideas - in the narrative here!

We have strayed far away from any such rigor of 'proof' and 'evidence.'

Strayed, I tell you! And in much darkness, too.

Thus I do need to at minimum remind people that a post-box is not a coffee shop or a meeting place of actual people. 

When you were in junior school, back in the very old days -, you would have been familiarized with note pads, writing paper, pencils or pens and ink, and shown how to write letters, and then how to place these inside of envelopes, and then stick postage stamps onto those, and then how to go post them at the post office or how to drop them into the letter box.

And maybe, if you were lucky or if you had written a real good letter, properly addressed to a correspondent, you might get a letter back. This all involves a communication system, with an infrastructure.

So. This is not the same thing as going out into the market-place and screaming that 'God is dead' as Zarathustra did, or that 'everyone is mad' (did he also do that, I can't remember...) and having some actual real physical material person, grab you by the shoulders and shake you about.

However... ...and here is the thing: you might have someone show up at an assignation via the process of letter correspondence...

Enough. Enough. We don't need to say any more.

I will just casually mention in passing, though, that in Monaco, which has a current population of around 45,000 people, there have been 3 deaths of people with Covid ; ), and 70+ cases of people who tested positive to Covid over the last twelve months, and no 'lock down' and no masks. I got that from a source personally, who is in Monaco. Wiki covers it all in quite fascinating ways but what I have said is both true and news, which means the Australian government says you have to pay for it if you repeat what I wrote verbatim via Google. LOLOLOL.

You know though, funny thing about letters... ...they are a lot more powerful than people often realize. Obviously, there are many things I would like to say, but have to couch in the most vague of terms. That is the day and age in which we live.

Do you think people write letters still in Monaco? I doubt it.

Yacht in Monaco - can charter this... Wow.
Cool.

They are too busy having a good time, spending their limitless wealth - aka money - and worrying about whether to bring cash on board of the yachts they get invited onto, in order to tip the service staff and crew. ...How much to pack into their soft bags. Whether they will need 2-ply cashmere or as much as 4-ply, sweaters.

And oh oh, brushing up on their conversation points, you know, so that they can be real interesting social company, because they all are, right?

Bridge, Bridge, help me out here - was Mark Z., any different in RL than the zoob he is at Senate Hearings?

He lives out in South Lake Tahoe, doesn't he? Did you bang on his door, Bridget? Or did you not get the courage up to bang on any doors? Yet...?

Oh, he's married you say. 'Married?' Said Sandor Szavost.

This is known as 'the Veronica move.'

'Yes. Ma-a-a-a-a-ried.' Said Alice Harford, waving her ring-finger around, laconically.

Slippery roads, heavy winds everywhere. A little slip, a little slide, here, there...

Even the Evil Reptilian Satanic Annunaki whatever, think they are so so so in control, yeah? All the time. But a little tiny slip.

...Is all it takes.

Lick the stamp, lick the envelope, don't cut your tongue.