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Unexpected imaginary encounter with William Langewiesche

The  Physics of Blowen Sands

To the longing for a home, not as an unspeakable grief or rage they carry in them , but merely as in their acceptance of the odds, by having fate in a better morrow. As they travel to where their camel leads them, in their pursuit of such moments of happiness gone by, a mirage of such tremendous wisp, to never give up on labor, and without a home where to cease from strife, as the day ends, The Men in Blue of the Sahara desert, whither they bake under it their bread, they make their bed of sands, and then in the night, under the sheltering sky’s,  to make from the dust of the stars a blanket, a cover to rest, and sleep to a single dream, with an image in it, a home retaken from the sands; what is real in their life fines itself down.

The Sahara is like a woman unveiled, and because of that,  the men of the desert;  while they walk with pride, and loftiness  in their pace, they always humble themselves,  to cover their face before it.

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But your house is your heritage, and you would like somehow to preserve it. As the dunes bear down on it they will collapse the walls. The defense is again the Saharan acceptance of destiny: having lost the fight against the sand, you must now invite it in. Sleeping on the sand, covering your floors with it for all these years, helped prepare you mentally. But shoveling in the sand is not enough. Your last act is to break out the windows, take off the doors, and knock holes in the roof. You allow the wind to work for you. If it succeeds, and fills your house, the walls will stand. Then in a hundred years, when the wind requires it, the dunes will drift on and uncover the village. Your descendants will bless God and his Prophet. They will not care that you were thin and poor and had no work. They will remember you as a man at peace with his world. The desert takes away but also delivers.

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Tranquil Toughts

 

Yesterday, it was Super Bowl Weekend, in the City, 34 st, It was crowded like crazy, then I woke up this morning, outside it was lovely, cool, snow falling on Brooklyn, and the branches, wires and street side-walks were sawing as the snowflakes piled up on them, I have read a Blog of Someone  complaining about the weather down there in Florida, then I got a gleam of this following passage on my mind, of Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Nature”:

There are days wich occur in this climate, at almost any season of the year, when the world reaches its perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth make a harmony , as, if nature would indulge her offsprings; when in the bleak upper sides of the planet, nothing is to desire that  we,have heard of the happiest latitudes, and we bask in the shinning hours of Florida and Cuba; when everything that has life gives sigh of satisfaction and the cattle that lie on the ground seem to have great and tranquil thoughts.”

Global warming, climate change… who cares. Tranquil thought