Because there is no intelligence, empathy, thought or design to any of it, and certainly no entity called Mother Nature or anything else - we are living on a lump of rock hurtling though space - the only intelligence or empathy is our own and there's little enough of it
I agree with every word. It's up to each and every member of the human race how we deal with life and death. Yesterday I was at the funeral of my oldest long time friend who many people felt they had been fortunate to know. Not because he was anywhere near to being perceived as saintly. He was a down-to-earth, forthright man and famer who love this earth we are so fortunate to occupy and looked after his portion of it to the maximum of his considerable abilities. He combined intelligence, perseverance and hard physical work to a remarkable degree. We discussed, argued, disagreed on all manner of subjects for nearly 60 years. He had a peaceful end in his home overlooking a green and pleasant land and now lies in a fine oak coffin in a beautiful ancient village churchyard. He earned that but he would have been in distress at the chaos elsewhere as he was also a kind and caring man.
Commiserations to you Dorset UK What a lovely man your friend was and as long as you remember him his impact on this planet will be his greatest testimony.
Cacoethes: An irresistible urge to do something inadvisable
It will take me a long time to get used to his absence but I will always think of him with laughter behind the tears. He was as serious about his gardening as he was about his farming. He planted trees for future generations and his asparagus bed was a sight to behold. He started literally from scratch with pennies saved from jobs on neighbouring farms from an early age, read everything he could lay hands on, learned from experience and put every scrap of knowledge to good use. A self-made man who trampled nobody on his way to the top. The sheer physical work of farming without much of the modern machinery bound us together in the first place as well as careful husbandry of the animals we tended. There were many stories of his kindness on the day, it won't be just me who will miss him.
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Because there is no intelligence, empathy, thought or design to any of it, and certainly no entity called Mother Nature or anything else - we are living on a lump of rock hurtling though space - the only intelligence or empathy is our own and there's little enough of it
I agree with every word. It's up to each and every member of the human race how we deal with life and death. Yesterday I was at the funeral of my oldest long time friend who many people felt they had been fortunate to know. Not because he was anywhere near to being perceived as saintly. He was a down-to-earth, forthright man and famer who love this earth we are so fortunate to occupy and looked after his portion of it to the maximum of his considerable abilities. He combined intelligence, perseverance and hard physical work to a remarkable degree. We discussed, argued, disagreed on all manner of subjects for nearly 60 years. He had a peaceful end in his home overlooking a green and pleasant land and now lies in a fine oak coffin in a beautiful ancient village churchyard. He earned that but he would have been in distress at the chaos elsewhere as he was also a kind and caring man.
Commiserations to you Dorset UK What a lovely man your friend was and as long as you remember him his impact on this planet will be his greatest testimony.
If it did blow up in Edinburgh, it would probably be Camerons fault anyway !!
Dorset losing your oldest friend must be gutting, hugs.
Dorset ((hugs)) I'm sure he would be proud to be remembered like that by you
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
It will take me a long time to get used to his absence but I will always think of him with laughter behind the tears. He was as serious about his gardening as he was about his farming. He planted trees for future generations and his asparagus bed was a sight to behold. He started literally from scratch with pennies saved from jobs on neighbouring farms from an early age, read everything he could lay hands on, learned from experience and put every scrap of knowledge to good use. A self-made man who trampled nobody on his way to the top. The sheer physical work of farming without much of the modern machinery bound us together in the first place as well as careful husbandry of the animals we tended. There were many stories of his kindness on the day, it won't be just me who will miss him.