Plain and simple

Speaking of explanations, being plain and simple is a fine thing. Speaking of trait, being plain and simple is horror, leading nowhere. If God has given us love and affection, to raise above the beast, why should we not develop love and affection? Should we suppress our gift, as human beings? Love and affection depends on logic. One thinks, "what is ahead ...", and one thinks, "what follows ..." Should one abandon the glory of life?

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That teaspoon thing

You know, in illuminated Norway, made to take it in by teaspoons is annoying. That teaspoon woman of Alf Prøysen ("Teskjekjerringa") is an artifact of that, though telling us, aI believe, that some indeed need to take it in by teaspoons. That dog tag orientation of today, forced upon us, is though foreign. And, you know, to illuminated Norway it is a distress, and it is so, that any illusion one had about the great world must be questioned. And, when basic assumptions must be questioned, one gets insecure. There is no doubt about that. And, some will insist aI am the kind of man that needs to get it in with teaspoons. That aI cannot have made my music without being regularly taught, for instance. And we are talking about the depressed ones. Those with an urge to getting it right. And, to illuminated Norway, those are boring. And, being presented by those from the foreign is like living in Hell. How stupid can one get, is not the thing. How on earth, is. Are you, the foreign, totally devoid of spirit?

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Get off my back

Kindly get it: We are cultures. And, by the Lord, we are herds. We think, differently, we behave differently, and there is no way any way is the specific way of the Lord, by any colour. To make such a way is, of course, the work of Satan.

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Annoyances - and what is not

Annoyances. Ai feel the earthly life is full of annoyances. One finds one way around, sometimes, and even, sometimes, it turns out one is happy one did. Find another way, aI mean. Less pleased one is when the annoyances give intolerable pain, or totally imprison you. They may, by the work of evil people. When aI lost my mind because of chemistry forced upon me, aI was not pleased. When my glasses, in numbers, and insistently, are destroyed, aI am not pleased. Last night, like another night, some days ago, my lower legs itched so much, aI was on the edge of cutting them off. Well. You know what aI mean. Really annoying, such is, and the question is, if it is not annoying. Can one be practical about it? Ai wonder what made my legs itch, that much. Could it be the poison from the bites in my legs? Could a chip operated in my body give that pain? Could aI have been subjected to gas or liquid, in a way, which gave that pain? Ai thought of people prisoned and tortured. Handcuffed in a prison cell you cannot take off from the bed, as aI did, put the blankets in the washing machine, take a shower and thoroughly clean your legs, and put moisturising cream on the legs afterwards. There are situations where annoyance is not the word for it. And people putting other people in such a situation, where annoyance is not the word for it, do exactly the same as one does when one by acts ridicules love. A word against the Son, Jesus said, one will be forgiven. An annoyance, it is.

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