It may come as a surprise to you that I love the Olympics. About how sport is a dead spider in the early morning mouth of humanity. You probably even think that I lied in the first sentence of this blogpost in a shameless, pathetic way to get your attention in any way possible. And, of course, as you quite tediously. To its essentially falsified promises. The Olympics, of course, is neither.

Purple -strong and bold, green- deep and serene. This is the message that I get, looking through the channel into open waters. Even on my lone journey, writing here today, I have enjoyed the beauty of nature and gained a bit of understanding. And now, I too can share a small piece of me.

Saturday, July 4, 2015. HOW TO FACE OUR PROBLEM. Those who cannot cope with their problems create more worries. When misunderstanding occurs in their family they make life more miserable. Sometimes violence, bloodshed and sucide can also take place.

I love words and want to remember these. Tuesday, August 4, 2015. Wild Geese - Mary Oliver. You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees. For a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain. Are moving across the landscapes,. The mountains and the rivers.

Wednesday, 11 May 2011. Or visit the Comparative Critical Conversations blog.