Although I'm not good enough a writer to actually be at stake as an author, I feel that I have to express what I feel are points about life, and which I can't (at least not easily enough)write with good quality. I apologize for that :-( ... and hope people can enjoy these stories anyway.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
The Hostile Tribe
He looked at his four children. “I
presume they talk about that other village as a hostile place just
because they constitute their enemy tribe!” he stated, and then
looked at their mother.
But she sighed and didn't seem to
agree. “It's about something else! Kids! Don't presuppose they only
have a mere enemy there! My uncle had met with that tribe! They were
hostile and evil according to him, too - and he really is an
independent source!”
“Vera!” her husband responded. “Are
you sure that he really meant they are all hostile?! I mean that it
wasn't just a few individuals among them?!”
“I'm sure Carl! They were savages in
the sense that they wouldn't permit a stranger to look at them as if
they were inconsistent about power! Indeed they were hostile against
strangers as long as they themselves didn't tend to display power!”
Suzanne, who was eight years old, and
also their eldest child, looked at her. “It's funny how they seem
to be hostile towards everyone who can't seem to be enemies of their
neighbor tribes! I mean why wouldn't they want to be friendly with
their neighbors to begin with, instead?”
Her parents looked at her and her
mother said: “It's not funny that they see it that way! I
mean it's the friendly tribe we just visited, among others, that they
want to victimize, as it seems!”
“I know!” Suzanne said. “I didn't
mean funny so that you could laugh about it! I meant it's weird,
kinda, peculiar, in the sense that they can't seemingly, thereby,
figure out a way to actually dominate any one of them!”
Her parents looked at one another. Carl
said: “It's kinda of funny, in that sense! I for one find it
peculiar that they can think they can think at all of themselves as
people who can dominate the region, when they're a much smaller tribe
than for example the one we visited - and that they at the same
time can't get any allies, just because they're too unfriendly
towards even those with much a larger population that their own!”
Four-year-old Adam (also their youngest
child) opened his mouth: “Wow! Maybe they can't seem to be friendly
just because they're the worst enemy of simply anyone on earth!”
“That's kinda what we're already
saying!” his mother answered. “They're that bad! Simply no one
can like them! No one but they, themselves!”
Adam looked content. His seven-year-old
sister Alicia asked: “Are they still very hostile even against
authorities, such as the police and hospitals and such?!”
“Yeah! I think they are,” Vera
answered thoughtfully.
“Then how can they be even part of
the society they live in?” Alicia asked.
“They're officially part of it! But
hardly anyone enters their territory!”
“Oh! Like that!” their forth child,
five-year-old Patrick responded.
Carl looked thoughtful. “Are you sure
they aren't nowadays at least part of society in the sense that they
want doctors or nurses around when they get injured or ill?!”
“I'm fairly sure!” his wife
answered. “But they are part of society in the sense that they feel
part of it and tend pride themselves as if much better citizens of it
than their neighbors!”
“Oh in that case,”Alicia asked,
“why aren't their neighbors stating that they aren't, so that they
can't feel right about thinking so?!”
“It's because they won't listen to
anyone but themselves about it!” Vera said. “Except to the extent
there's some real big power behind what is said! Something like the
law enforcement officers that had them feel that they had to respect
the society they live in! But then, it seems, those law enforcement
people had it in them to tempt them into thinking about how being
part of the country could benefit them; they wouldn't have given up
otherwise!”
“It seems,” Carl stated, “ that
those people of the tribe that seems so hostile, aren't cool enough
to pretend as if nothing about their pride! They seem to be the ones
that all the neighbors despise, though they might on the surface show
them some respect! It seems also that they don't know what they're
doing, because they have all those other tribes against them, and
what would happen if there really was a war on? Well wouldn't it be
that exactly they, who are so proud part of the country would be the
ones to be fighting it more than the others!?”
Vera thought about it. “I think they
would want to be the fighters who could be at war with anyone who
threatened their community, but that it wouldn't be exactly easy for
the authorities to convince them that exactly they were threatened!
Because otherwise they would surely prefer to have it the war should
have to be everybody else's problem!”
“Oh! That's it!” and “I see!”
the rest of the family said.
Monday, August 7, 2017
How Can We Trust Them!?
“They don't do that kinda stuff!”
Mary said with some tension in her voice.
“How do you know?!” Edgar asked.
“Because they're good people, that's
why!”
“Yeah, I know! But they are it in a
sense that permits wrongdoings if only there are ways to feel good
about oneself just the same!”
She looked chocked. “Really!?”
He nodded. “Yeah, really!”
She looked thoughtful. “Are you
saying they actually could have us believe they really wouldn't hurt
anyone, but really only look and seem innocent in a way that appeals
to our common sense of morality?!”
“Yeah! That's what I say! But don't
tell everyone that I've told you so! They can be very dangerous at
times. ....”
Mary looked thoughtful and a bit
annoyed. “I don't believe I would be into seeing them if I knew
this for certain about them!” she proclaimed. “Moreover, I
wouldn't let them get away with it!”
“How the heck do you think you would
be able to nail them?! It's they who wold be innocent enough for
people who didn't know yet - and those - fairly few - who
manage to figure it out, they don't dare to take part in what could
be called for example blackmail of a very reputable family!”
Annoyed again, Mary hissed a little
before saying: “It's not hey who should be getting away with it and
that's final!”
“I can't help it, it's not even I who
really can help that they are reputable as long as their surfaces
seem to be totally moral.”
“If this is really true about them,
then how can we be sure there is a point to believe even at all in
common sense about whom to trust?”
He looked thoughtful and a bit
troubled. “I'm not quite sure about it. I suppose, though, that we
can't always trust our senses, but only sometimes. Simply like that!
How about it?”
Mary seemed sort of relieved after
hearing this. But she still seemed to hate that those people got away
with it. “Is there any way there can be safety against that one is
fooled by them?”
“Only sort of, I think. One can only
double-check their statements and insinuations. Probably that's all
one can do.”
“Holy canoli! Then how can we go on
with this kind of naive judgement? I mean wouldn't it make us all
perish or something?”
“We all have to survive that it's all
in them to be able to take like that. It's we who must survive, not
they who should be able to kill us all.”
“I know! But how come we don't all
perish since this by all reason must have been a weakness in our
judgements since ages - or mustn't it?”
He thought about it. “I guess,” he
said after a while, “that is so because one can survive them! It's
only that one must see to it that one doesn't get in their way.”
“Are you sure that's enough? ... How
come then, doesn't it happen that more more people do that? And if
that does happen then how can we survive one another?”
He looked thoughtful again. “yeah, I
feel sure that it's enough. But I think it's because their souls
still do perish for it! That way God can see to it that at least we
can learn from our mistakes.”
She looked surprised. “But how come
there's no one who has learned by now that we do have to get at such
people somehow?”
“I guess it's just because they
aren't so easy to get at without them having excuses to get at those
who are more innocent than they.”
“There's no one who can say there
isn't a way to get at them without there being any way to say to
oneself that one really has to hanker on without having it they're
mean enough to actually get at!”
“That's exactly what I mean.”
“Great. Then we can agree about
that.” Edgar replied. But the looked thoughtful and added: “In a
sense, Mary, it's worse of you can be with a female counterpart who
is doing that, than with a male one. Because a male one tends to give
himself away by being too decisive, while a female one tends to seem
to be innocent just by being the one not to have the power to
emphasize her ability to manipulate as important. ... I'm not sure if
that's exactly it, but it seems to be something like that.”
Mary looked kind of nonplussed. She
thought about it for a while, then said: “I canot feel sure that I do
not manipulate that way. But I can feel sure that I could have said
to myself that I wouldn't have to be in power just in order to get
things straight. ... About her, I guess that if she, whoever that is, feels that things
straight is to be about a lie as were it the truth, then she cold
perhaps lie even better than you guys, since she is not the one to
really be intense about wanting to lie. Right?”
Edgar looked at her. “Yeah. Right!”
he said after a while.
Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Why Don't They Tell Us?!
“Why shouldn't she be it
interested?” Charlie asked his brother Ben. “She has seemingly
made an invite for somebody - presumably a boy, I think - to help
her enjoy herself!”
Ben looked at Charlie and said: “It's
not she who is that kind of girl, who would just readily enjoy having
to enjoy herself, at least not if it's in that sense!”
“Oh really!? Why?!”
“Because, Charlie, she's one of those
girls who don't feel up to committing themselves - herself to
extravagance about lust and seeing herself as a lustful treat for
males' attention!”
“Why, then, doesn't she say that to
for example Conrad or Jay?! I mean she could tell them, in that
case!”
“Are you sure? What do you mean she
should she say to them?”
“That she isn't that kind of girl!
... Presumably, something like that she doesn't like their type of
interest in girls - who seem to be fancying themselves as smart
just as long as they're attracting men!”
“Because Conrad and Jay aren't
seemingly too smart at pretending they're hers to be had! But if you
make yourself available for it, that's when she's likely to feel
awkward about it!”
“Then how come she doesn't pretend as
if something about it when she doesn't fancy herself as a cute girl
woman to be had?!”
“I guess she doesn't dare to show
them that she never would be ready for such an adventure. She seems
to me to be into faking that she is just like one of the extravagant
girls!”
“How then, can it be that she
doesn't, at least sometimes, reveal herself - enough for me, for
example, to see it!?”
“Do you mean how come it's almost
never obvious about her that she's not a horny slut?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I meant
that!”
“It's because girls don't show so
much when they are, in any other sense that they show an act about it
- an act that very many not too horny girls can imitate!”
“Oh!” Charlie exclaimed. “But
then aren't they ever available for simply small talk about it?! I
mean I was into small talk with her when I spoke about her perhaps
being interested!”
Ben sighed. “I think it's because
they don't understand it when small talk could be beneficial against
that they would need to be horny in order to fit in!”
His brother looked puzzled. “You mean
they're all too dumb for that!?”
He sighed again. “No, not exactly!
But I think there's something like that there's an intimidation from
some people against having that kind of expectation!”
“Who?! And why would they do that?!”
“I don't know! As it seems they all
feel humility is that they don't have to see themselves to be ready
for small talk! At least not with a guy! At least not to the extent
he doesn't have the status of an especially attractive man!”
Charlie tried to giggle. “Meaning not
me, I suppose?”
“In the sense that there's no obvious
reason to define you as such, yes, definitely!”
"But then there just isn't quite any justice to them, those females!"
"I'm not sure if that's the way I'd put it!"
"What do you mean by that?!"
"I mean that they don't seem fair when they do try to be just about it! Therefore they don't have any choice but to try to be unfair about it!"
"Really?!"
Ben thought for a moment. "No, I'm not sure that's it!" he replied after a moment.
"Then what?!" his brother asked.
"Then I don't know what to make of it! But I can be certain it's not into them I would be if I thought about them as totally unfair all the time!"
Both boys went silent.
After a while Ben rose and said: "I think I've gotta go and see to it that Rosie can't seem to be a girl whom I don't seem to care about that she has seemed to be fair, somehow, even in that sense!"
"Oh! That seems fair enough" and they ended the conversation.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Problems at the Children's Recreation Facility
This story is in Swedish, and can therefore be found here.
The Travesty of the Look-Alikes
“I don't have any presentation
capacity for saying it to the public, though!” fifteen-year-old
August told his parents.
They looked at him. “That's
horrible!” his mother said.
His father nodded seemed to be intent
on winning over those charlatans. “Why do they pretend it's you
when they could actually have their own career seem brilliant with
such ludicrousness?” he asked, looking relatively reassured about
his son's - and the whole family's - reputation. His mom also
looked fairly reassured about it.
“I suppose it's because they don't
want to be public enough to to be vulnerable against others who might
pull such a trick!”
His five-year-old sister looked at him.
“Why is it they aren't vulnerable just because they have no careers
to be bragging about?!”
August sighed. “It's because they
can't easily seem, then, to have been cheating their way to such an
advantage!” he answered.
She looked thoughtful. “Oh God!”
she said.
“Why,” his mother asked, “do they
find in themselves to be great at smartly, or so-to-speak, claiming
other people's business to be their own, and how come they doesn't it
show how there's fakery to that?!”
“Ned said that it's because no one
wants to challenge those who have an authority over our intuitions
about who is fair and who isn't!”
His father looked curious. “Isn't
there any way to make them feel at home with just simply feeling that
they can have it in Christ that one shouldn't ever give into such
manipulations?!”
August sighed again. “It seems to be
because they feel that Christ isn't superior as long as he has it
there's nothing wrong making it seem ridiculous not to believe in
intuition about control that seems superb enough to be comparable
with his own!”
“Doesn't it seem that Christ should
be the one not to ever grant such evil travesty a chance to seem
moral?!”
“That's sort of so! But to them there
seems to be justice in saying that Christ cares for us for reasons
that are not very moral!”
His mother looked surprised. “But
then shouldn't He be relevant for them as clearly better than that?!”
“No! It seems that they, as they seem
able to pretend that their look-alike is me, can convince people into
believing that their intuition clearly must be as smart as the ones
they find themselves to have with Lord Jesus Christ!
“Moreover,” he continued, “there's
no judgement in Christ to compare, it seems, with those that a
look-alike can cause there to be against the target of his or her
ridicule!”
“Then they're being so satanic that
we clearly should banish them! Or isn't there enough strength in even
the church to beat those bastards!?”
“We cannot seem intent on having
Christ seem like our resurrection as long as we can be seen as acting
so superb that the people those bastards deal with can be inclined to
believe we don't really care for actual faith more than about our
careers and stuff!”
The little sister looked up. “Then
how come we don't have our careers seem stupid enough for them to not
have to worry about in that sense?!”
The two parents looked at her. Her
mother said: “We have in our careers the notion of ourselves as
really caring to be thorough! If we give that up, then it wouldn't be
very easy to be thorough about seeming to be thorough enough!
Wouldn't there, do you think, be a lack of friends among those that
could be worthwhile for those who really care about the virtues of
clarity what mistakes can be and thus on what God has it we should
all be conscientious about?”
Their five-year-old thought for a
while. Then she said: “I think they wouldn't be friends to begin
with, but later, once they found out that we are careful enough with
virtues, then they will be our friends for real, more for real than
they would be otherwise!” With that she managed to convince her
parents and brother to believe they should be into not seeming very
admirable for those people who could be manipulated into disbelieving
in them and Christ!
Saturday, July 29, 2017
How Can there Be such a Problem, Even in the Slum?!
“Slave traders?!” Their mother
looked shocked.
“Yeah! They buy our people as slaves!
That is, if we don't watch out!” her daughter answered.
“It's the Erthracks who want to sell
us to them! They've already sold at some of our people!”
“Whom?!” their father demanded.
The daughter thought for a moment.
“Rebecca, Seb, George, Carla and Ellen! Probably all five of them.
At the very least and Seb have been sold!”
The mother looked disturbed and asked:
“How come you are the first to warn us?!”
Their son and daughter looked at each
other for a moment, before the son answered: “It's because we're
the first ones to avoid the bullets of Fanny Erthrack! She kills them
before they can speak! Then she seems totally innocent, even so!”
“What do you mean?! How can it be
someone who knew they were doing it couldn't have called?!”
Again the two siblings looked at each
other. This time the daughter decided to answer:
“We have it in them to seem so moral
that no one can imagine it to be they who are behind the
disappearances! At the same time they trivialize that some people
'seem unavailable' or so! One cannot easily imagine that they
actually sell people to those slave traders!”
“Oh my! But now we've gotta call the
police!”
“How come you don't think the police
are influenced into taking their side! I mean they feel the need to
avoid that also their people are caught and traded!”
“What the fuck do you expect me to
believe! You say the police themselves dare not interfere?!”
“Oh the police don't have to care
about us! It's not we who are the real people for them! We're not
rich enough for them to have to care!”
The mother looked around in their hut
and thought about how little food they'd had the last few days. “My,
then! Let's hope we can talk to at least someone, like a preacher,
then!”
“The preachers can't stop them!
Because they have in them that they are the ones with weapons!”
“Then how come they do not get some
guns or something?!”
“Because they wanna preserve their
piety!”
The father looked serious and said:
“Then we need to go to some other people! Assume the Muslims do
have guns among their clergy! Shouldn't we go to them rather than
being sold as slaves?!”
“I assume” his wife broke in “that
you feel we can abandon Christ because he is peaceful?! But then you
will have to face that Christ cannot help you when they are smarter
than that guns are enough!”
Her husband sighed. “Look there is no
real contradiction in saying it to the Muslims and turning to Christ
for that type of mercy! Now let me go to the Muslims and tell them
about it!”
Again their two children looked at each
other before answering. But this time they spoke out at the same
time. Both seem to wonder if the father really didn't fear the Muslim
teachings would stop Christ from having the resurrection for him that
could be there otherwise.
Again the father sighed. “Yeah, I
fear it!” he responded. “But I can't fear it enough to not want
to tell them!”
His wife looked at him. “Dear! Don't
go to them if you don't feel sure that they won't entice you into
abandoning Christ!”
He looked serious. “I have to try,”
he answered. Then his expression became a bit decisive. “Indeed I'm
going now!” he added, and left.
A few hours later the family had a
report about that he had been shot!
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