Not To Worry
No, really. As the sages were so fond of
saying, this too shall pass. Be realistic
after all. Why concern yourself over
matters you are obviously unable to deal
with? What will be most certainly will
come to pass, in all probability before it
passes. Yes, it could be catastrophic but
look at it this way, it would also be quite
immediate and you will never know. So
simply get on with your life. True, between
them the two nuclear powers have enough
weapons to destroy all life and the planet
itself handily, with the use of merely a
small proportion of their weapons. Consider
this, the cold war saw them each considering
the consequences. Of course there is also
the matter of two neighbours on the Indian
subcontinent nuclear-armed and viciously
unfriendly to one another. Oh and not to
overlook that a juvenile popinjay in very
bad company has his own considerable
number of emerging destructive toys he
enjoys playing with. Yes, and one of the
regimes supporting his courts death for the
masses to entice a hidden cleric long dead
to reappear so that the sentence of mass
death can overtake unbelievers. Relax, take
a deep breath and shake your memory to
recall that though triggers abound for the
above-noted nature may herself take matters
into her own hands, preferring to take back
her gift to humanity in a rage of fury at its
casual and offhanded spoliation, thank you.
Monday, August 19, 2019
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Poetry
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