A
This even made the mainstream UK press last night
Ja, seems it really is gonna be the coldest winter (ever). I wonder what the long term implications are?
Think it might be time to work on plans to migrate south (for the winter you understand) and I don’t mean south of the Thames.
A
Better dig out my thickest clothes and extra scarves…
I prefer coldness over hotness, in general, not just weatherly speaking. Weatherly speaking, too, one would and should prefer the grape green Rhineland over the barren brown Sahara. The sun kills, but it’s indispensible. Hospitality is like the sun, it’s required by the deepest corner of the heart, yet, effusiveness repells as strongly as a stinky mouth ulcer. What one desires is a mediant temperature, a balanced air that occasioanlly sends over a rather cool breeze. Coolness is cleaniness, composure and trasparency. Grace is never too far from a somewhat rather cold appearance that’s detectable only by the sixth sense. The cold eyes of snakes are timely and wise. Crystal dazzel sparkling and snow white immaculation, belong to the tranquility that resides within a cold body. I have not prosed in vain, for coldness is a fundamental requirement for a creative existentiality. To know the self is to be transcendentally solitary, to cultivate the self is to be visibly indifferent. The world, first and foremost, is the land of the self. The hot sun ceaselessly gives, but does not produce, for that it will one day disappear. Coldness is the antidose of the wrathful ray of our celestial tyrant above. Sun, God, our sungod, in front of whose dominating presence, our little race must learn to be defiant. Pure reason, the coolness of our mind, is the savior and hero within. We must send our worshiping prayers inside, daily, to ask blissful grants and delicious fruits. We must not spead open and throw ourselves in the master’s arms, obediance and harmony, burning cheek and melt knee, the hotness of our heart, must be cooled down constantly. Come, mini ice age, may your refreshing winter breezes bring about the prelude of a blosoming spring, in C sharp minor, C for Cold, that is the key of prosperiously profound reflection.
Uni,
That was a fun post. I too like the cold. It makes me feel great. I also love gloomy weather. One day soon, I look forward to moving to London.
Uniqor,
I do understand your love of the cold, it can be beautiful. It is in my nature however to seek the sunshine, you know having been born and raised south of the equator and all…
A
Brother, what is ironical about my praise for coldness, is that my apparent stylish hotness, in mind and heart, pen and ink, or rather keypad and mouse, for a gone legend that once lived happily and thought freely under the mediantly ferocious mediterranean sun. I just realised that there is actually a double irony involved, didn’t you also? What’s uncompromisingly unambigious, nevertheless, I have kept contradictions far and away. What is the way to deal with the vice of the yang, to extol the virtue of the ying, no knows better than my legendary master, a square built man with an ice cold mind. Learn from such a man, oh brothers, either your lives under the sunshine shall fail. May, brother eagle, your wings stretch wide and high with the dewy blessing of London winter moists! Element cold and gloomy, is precisely why seeds underground today, will be tough and willful enough to be tommorow’s canopy!! May your love canopy, my brother, have many a sponge apple in pink!!!
“… ground control to Major Uniqor - transmission repeat: ground control to Major Uniqor…”
TheAdlerian, man to man: are you making a move onto liquidangel?
“… Taikonout inside Earth atomsphere; mission suspended - repeat: mission in suspension…”
liquidangel has left the building…er…country…
A
I see. Bad news then, Ad… just kidding man… at least London starts with the same letter as - liquidangel - congratulations and wish you had a nice flight, a nice 12 or so hours flight… yeah, tell me about it, last summer I flighted back to the East, I almost lost my mental grip on Nietzsche due to too exessive areo-floating of the brain, a condition not necessarily airborne activities can induce, but also, too much philosophical walking-in-the-air at ILP with, say, destructive deconstructionism. Too bad you, A, will miss surviving through the mini ice age with us. Sun, lake, Tahji Mahal… nevertheless make a great substitute. A winter in the sun; an angel in the budhaland - have fun!
Sincerily,
Y