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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?

Comments

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!
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.
Kris McCracken said…
Lemon, I blame rap music and violent video games.

And John Howard.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, maybe they need a hug?
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. :-)
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.
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?
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, a hug or a slap.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I was hosting, so not able to take too many.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, a nice cup of tea will help.

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