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I pass with relief from the tossing sea of Cause and Theory to the firm ground of Result and Fact.


No, that isn't ice on the branches there. I do like the way that it kind of looks that way though. This was taken somewhere in Hobart, although I don't truly recall where, or when. Lately though. It was taken of late. By the look of the angle of the sun, I'd be guessing late-morning.

Tuesday Q and A! It's an easy one this one. In the deepest voice that I can muster:
Why are people so unkind?
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lemon said…
A phycologist whould say, because they are unhappy-and he' d probably be right.
But I usually think, because they do not give just a moment to think, just a little moment, to see the others around as thinking (and feeling) people. So, just matter of "education", is my opinion.

(In my job, having to do with people all day, usually coming to be helped or to complain, you can not imagine how many times a day I ask myself this question.
It would take a long conversation, my answers and my thoughts. But I am not having a satisfactory answer yet!)

Good morning from Greece!
21 July 2009 at 14:01
yamini said…
Lovely picture, though the first thing that it reminded me of was Johnny Depp's "Sleepy Hollow".

Trees shorn of leaves are beautiful in their own sense. The bare branches put up a rare pattern on the landscape. Whenever we visited Kashmir close to winter season, such a sight was commonplace, specially along villageside.

Well, I think people are unkind because they have faced unkindness in their life. It is kind of a vicious cycle. Moreover, they are unaware that it is a wrong way to seek an answer to their own pain but they carry on nevertheless.
21 July 2009 at 14:21
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, I blame rap music and violent video games.

And John Howard.
21 July 2009 at 14:33
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, maybe they need a hug?
21 July 2009 at 14:34
yamini said…
You are right.

In India, this special hug is now called a "Jaadu ki Jhappi" after a popular movie series, in which the main character "Munnabhai" gives every disgruntled or negative person this special hug and cures the negativity. :-)
21 July 2009 at 15:59
Priyanka Khot said…
You tell me... How can people be so unkind??? A very angry me asks where are the photos of the one-year-old Ezra and his hunk of a brother Henry. You are being SOOOOOOOOO unkind by not posting the photos.
21 July 2009 at 20:29
Sue said…
The picture is beautiful.
People are usually unkind because, as lemon said, they just don't think.
Unawareness of the cruelty they inflict!??? Or not caring about it??? I would like to think the former and not the latter...as I prefer to think better of people. Otherwise I would despair of the world! What do you think...Kamahl?
21 July 2009 at 21:53
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, a hug or a slap.
24 July 2009 at 13:36
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I was hosting, so not able to take too many.
24 July 2009 at 13:37
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, a nice cup of tea will help.
24 July 2009 at 13:37
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