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The path to perfect peace

There's a number of Chinese restaurants that have a display of fish swimming around in tanks. I'm not sure how it works, but maybe you get to go to the tank and nominate the fish which you want to be killed and cooked and put on your plate.

Maybe you get the pleasure of having it killed in front of you; or perhaps the even greater pleasure of killing it yourself?

I went past one such restaurant in Sussex Street near Rudolf Steiner House this morning. 

As I walked past I noticed one of the fish to be rather still and staying upside-down in one place. It was clearly still alive at this point in time, but I reckon it was going to deprive one restaurant diner of his/her fish-killing enjoyment for today.

Later on in the morning, Emma told me that today was Nirvana Day. Buddhists around the world will be reminding themselves of the Four Noble Truths which Buddha experienced whilst he meditated under the Bodhi tree. The first of these is apparently "Life is suffering".

I'd say this fish has learned the first of the Four Noble Truths.  


Finished The Second Wife by Elizabeth Buchan and here's my review. (It's the sequel to The Revenge of theMiddle-Aged Woman, which was my previous book). Actually, I only started to read this author because a person for whom I have a lot of respect has read both these books, so I knew they couldn't be all bad. I'm now reading the somewhat less-populist William Trevor book, Death in Summer (which was given only two stars by my other highly respected LibraryThing friend, voracious reader pdebolt). That title is not prophetic, I hope. I've got a couple more books I want to read yet before I die.

one day, two images...one question

[rainbow lorikeet at home]

[rainbow lorikeet chatswood]
The evanescent nature of life, seen today in the images above.

And pondering the nature of life, Joni sings:

Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave
I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades
(Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow
Sure as the sparks ascend)
Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong?
Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn?

That's the mystery, isn't it?

(no subject)

I hate seagulls. Seagulls and pigeons - they're the enemy of the outdoor café customer. . . and indoor even. Therefore, the death of one of these rats-with-wings is something to be celebrated, in a sense.

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    Mozart opera
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the entrance to (rat) heaven

I came across this dead body last night, dimly lit from the minimal street lighting.

He/she nearly made it into rat-heaven - a drainpipe. Or was he/she ejected unceremoniously from the pipe? Or was she/he placed in this position by some person or animal unknown?

[dead rat at drainpipe entrance]

(apologies for the picture quality - My phone-camera doesn't have a flash, I'm afraid, and I'm too lazy to carry my proper camera all the time.)
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    a clarinet concerto (not Mozart!)
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end of life

During my run to work this morning one of the things I heard on the radio was Schubert's Rosamunde Quartet, played by the Belcea Quartet. In introducing the piece, the presenter, Julian Day, read (part of) this quote from one of Schubert's letters, which Day said* corresponded to around the time the Rosamunde Quartet was written:
In a word, I feel myself to be the most unhappy and wretched creature in the world. Imagine a man whose health will never be right again, and who in sheer despair over this ever makes things worse and worse, instead of better; imagine a man, I say, whose most brilliant hopes have come to nothing, to whom the joy of love and friendship have nothing to offer but pain, at best, whose enthusiasm (at least of the stimulating kind) for all things beautiful threatens to vanish, and ask yourself, is he not a miserable, unhappy being?—"My peace is gone, my heart is sore, I shall find it never and nevermore." I may well sing every day now, for each night, I go to bed hoping never to wake again, and each morning only tells me of yesterday's grief.
(quote taken from: this web page)

Yes, Franz, I understand.

*Of course, I don't know if Julian Day is correct...or even if this quote can be correctly attributed to Schubert
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    piano - modern (2MBS-FM)
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