Papa Shanghai´s Takeout

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Weekly state: crying.

The wind hits my face and my eye does all it can to defeat the cold, cry.

Humans are not made for cold temperatures. Sweat is produced to cool yourself down, but evolution is punishing us in the cold. No wonder the start of civilisations is largely located in warmer climates. If we started in the cold we probably wouldn’t even have survived one winter.

Can you imagine crawling through the woods with your bare butt barely covered by some piece of cloth, in the freezing cold? Now we have found ways to stay cozy and the only thing reminding us of these literally wild times is a crying eye.

Now, we could put on sunglasses but unfortunately, winter is dark.

So here I stand, shivering, crying, in the dark.

But what can my teary eyes see? Light, warmth, the smell of spices! If that is not the heated up intoxicating brew that we call mulled wine.

While I sip my fermented warm grapes, I think back on whether our ancestors did that as well, drinking or eating heated up fermented grapes when they fell weary of the cold.

In any case, thanks, for bringing us this far!

Cheers

Weekly state: audacious.

What a lazy bastard!

How daring to just remain silent and sell it off as a valuable contribution!

Well sometimes, I have learned, it is better to remain silent. Sometimes, moments of quiescence are cherished by your partner in dialogue. Even though dialogue is driven by an exchange of ideas, thoughts, at times even insults. But dear reader, enjoy the silence.

You will notice that thoughts tend to gush like a geyser if let run free. But just like it, they will calm down and end as a puddle. And within the puddle, you can dip, first your toe, then your whole body. Don’t worry, it’s warm!

But what happens if one geyser meets another one? They will compete on who has the highest pillar of water!

Let everyone get to that puddle state of mind, we can dip together, soak together, relax. Let us observe what the geyser has splurged out with so much force. Now, it’s calm.

But we need patience, fighting the urge to react to that beautiful exhibition of force.

How audacious of me to stay silent.

See you next week.

Weekly state: soaked.

Top of the top, is this it?

When climbing a mountain, one often reflects on the necessity of the exercise. The inexplicable reason why we want to reach higher ground cannot be fathomed by meek idealists. Deeper understanding is only gained by doing the work as often as it requires to do it easily, without breaking a sweat. Or so I’ve heard.

Only when the way is common knowledge, can even be walked with blindness of the night, it will become understood why we did it in the first place. Such a shame I am still out of breath reaching the peak.

Sometimes, when breezing up the steep incline, we are treated with a cold rain shower. Just to annoy a little further.

Soaked, I am standing on the top. Out of breath, knowing that I will go down and need to do the whole thing again.

See you next week.

Weekly state: quiescent.

That cloud looks like a turd.

Quiescence cannot be achieved, I have been told. I would argue they didn’t try.

Every single breath, every action, every thought, is laden with consequences for physical beings. Now I see that I am in a comfortable position. The brain-flatulences of PS are bound to have an impact, as long as they are being read of course. But they are monodirectial for me. I direct them at you, there might be a reaction, but I am here. Forever blissed by quiescence, as long as the weekly state is not due.

I know it is unfair, but metaphysical beings suffer the curse of enternity, not the one of the present.

And if I have learnt anything about human beings, it is that they very well understand what the curse of enternity means. It is forever (now this word is used ubiquitously, but I do mean eternity in this context) looking into the past and the future. A heavy burden. Now, why I know that humans do shoulder this burden as well, is the lack of consciousness of the moment. Some do try, some call it awareness. But escaping? Being quiescent? Humans do not want that, even if they could.

But if you want to feel what the burden of eternity is, be my guest. But see, I have the pleasure of attaining non-activity. Something, that gives me the power to unload this thought right here this moment, without having to suffer the reactions.

Welcome to my takeout stand, we have it all.

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