dolores666's photos with the keyword: Stoicism

Another Ides of March has come and gone and I'm still breathing. We sit, my friends and I, by the river of Babylon, under a cool love moon and a nice basket brimming with the fruits of our labours. We sing rousing subversive songs and we choose to hope that with a little bit of luck sooner or later we'll see an inimical corpse or two come bobbing by. We know that hope is just another self-inflicted trap but we also know that: a) at least is our own trap and not one imposed by The Man, b) that we can walk out of it whenever we wish to and c) that us cultivating such outrageous attitudes annoys Elon Musk. That alone makes our day. And night, forsooth! Easter soon come and with it the spring equinox. Have a lovely one. Meanwhile have un po' di fairly arbitrary mu' and a timeless all-purpose quote. www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqU6Xm4A784 Tradition says that Tiberius as often as he left the Senate-House used to exclaim in Greek, "How ready these men are to be slaves." Clearly, even he, with his dislike of public freedom, was disgusted at the abject abasement of his creature. Tacitus. Annals. The reign of Tiberius

De perdidos, al río. (From lost, to the river -in English, In for a penny, in for a pound.) That’s how things are these days: crappy beyond belief, as one of the iguanas has rightly appraised. Faced with such massive heap-a-caca, the options aren’t all that many. One can throw in the towel and do away with oneself, in varying degrees of gracefulness, or let oneself die of rage, disgust and boredom. Or a body can decide to carry on regardless. Having survived that long under such in utterly intolerable conditions, one might as well hang around a little longer and see what happens next. The means to take the first option are always available, innit? The river isn’t going anywhere… Have a splendiferous new week-soon-come and be thankful you're not a Palestinian, or in Port Au Prince right now, or a First Australian, come to think of it. Or, Bumba forfend, dependent on the NHS demi-gods’ vagaries for your wellbeing.