KNOWLEDGE

Knowledge weighs nothing. But stress can be a killer. I wasn’t in the wilderness. In fact, I was sitting in a room. I planned to survey the wilderness thus reducing potential stress. But how was I going to do this? I couldn’t meet the task! I’d have to think hard and use high levels of mental skill. I knew it was best to take in little and often. Also, I’d have to learn from others. At last feeling wholly prepared for the expedition ahead I set off. First I assessed the dangers to my left. Then I assessed the dangers to my right. I had missed the ones in my middle and, the ones on my feet. So I assessed those also. Then I took TWO steps forward and placed my rock hammer.

The feeling was good. It was fun. I breathed in deeply the true scent of freedom. Then I looked down to see Steven my climbing partner. To my horror he had lost his head. Literally! Fatefully my axe had accidentally fallen out of my rucksack when I wasn’t looking. I knew it was essential to keep going no matter what. ‘Progress wins over hesitation!’ I bellowed, the echo reverberating around the mountain. I then made for the summit. However, safety was everything so I abandoned my attempt at that point. later told myself it was best to remain calm if possible if such circumstances arose again.

I returned to my room. Had I been wise? Had I had the right knowledge? All this was too much to contemplate. I switched on my television and began to watch. Creativity is everything but knowledge is like a mountain lake. It is cold and pure.

the things we hang on to

Kind words
A helping hand
A kind deed
Friendliness
Sacrifice

We truly live by these.

help me

I am mortal man, and I cannot fully see. I stretch out my legs. They are a gift from God. With them I live, I worship. Help me God, for it is you I reach out for. Never hide your face again. You may lose me, and I you.

then why not then

A child of God I am. It would sound the better in a Hebrew tongue. I could list my faults but it would be unbaptised. I am self-righteous. I take an age to understand when I do wrong, when God above understood the right way ever. The fire of the spirit is upon my tongue. It burns slowly and it fires up when injustice shows itself. But I believe I am weak. This is my weakness. With time my flame will burn stronger.

What is all this talk of flame? Well, the beasts are not engaged in any such debate. Will I look back on my words and cry 'Fool!'. No, I will do no such thing. I will see the good for I am WISE. I confess that the way of the Father is right. I will confess it until I expire. And I am not sad or bitter that God has made me mortal, for he would not have made me at all if he were not righteous.

Words

Oh yes, I forgot: humans are creatures, mere animals. So I wiped the kit clean and became a wanderer of the track and bush. Oh yes, indeed, I saw many things. A night flying thing. I saw a young killer. I saw a strange field bird at dark. The duck skimmed my peripheral. So I started thinking and I thought about WORDS incessantly.

And I heard some weird sounds alright. Words from THEM. The secret creatures. No one speaks of the mammals skulking in the woods because... because that is controversy itself. A rain storm. A cloud. Mist and snow and peace in the low places. To live up high... My thoughts trailed off. I demolished a banana trail snack and considered the air. The dew, the daisies, with their little petals, and hairy stems. And I considered how I live in a world wherein plants are key. It was only a matter of time before the professor would find me.

I was behind on my homework. I had to work fast. Without words I'd be dead! So I recalled them. Thought about them hard! And long! So I decided to avoid fungi in place of weeds. Yuck! The bitter shock as I bit them sent alarm through my spine. No, don't do that! Think about it. Little and often. I began to munch the leaves of the Berry Bush and waited for the Professor. It was breezy. And cold...

slick

mms1

you don’t get the matrix explained. On the contrary. You have to see it for yourself. I want YOU WILL. Forgive my outbursts. All is not as it seems. But at the same time everything is clear. Espionage is child’s play. But simple spying is cauldron of fear. Fear is inevitable. Safety is paramount. It is this I want YOU to be clear about. Danger is a close friend in a lake of uncertainty. Cross the lake with care. But if you want to be safe Jake (oh sorry did you think the Branch forgets something like a HOSTILE identity?) you’re far from a perfect delivery. Tread softly because you risk getting sore feet. And anger is not a bed of roses. It is a gown of failure. Everything is beautiful. His voice still sings like an eagle. Now stop all commications. My voice get weary with each axe blow. I’m at the air port now. I need fresh water. Tell your saucy maid to stop showing her panties. But her makeup is appropriate. She went into the woods for an hour to gather moss. She squeezed the purest water through it and I compliment your people for her sultry gaze as she knelt slowly with her sexy smile. I was most refreshed. I thanked her before she left and she said I was welcome. She had on a black short skirt. I could have stared for hours if I had forgotten my duties. Knife Karamazov. Fire. I am boarding the plane sooner than planned. I have sent a young girl called Beth to your wife.

mms2

Thank you for my time with Lucy (she told me her name). I still can’t talk openly. Send me the detonator. I will do the rest with my stringy thighs. I will call out the code word. The reply will be the cake is baking. What is the water temperature in Finland? When we fire I’ll be quick. The knife will be passed over to Helen with the D size. She’s more capable than I in the bathroom. In close proximity if you get my drift. Tell control I got the joke. But life in the game is laborious. I nearly hop skipped and jumped before I released my strap last week. Ha ha ha. When the smoke hits the shit I’ll tell Matthew the attendant I respect his hair do but this is not the eighties. Then I’ll bail into the drink. I carved paddles out of a single piece of timber. Professor Gordon Hillman is going to be at the raft. He will give me the info on calorific staples. Paleobotany shit. Lucy will be there to keep the fluids up.

I expect it to be a cool dry evening. Cold but dry. Perhaps Lucy will be wearing her skimpy outfit. If we were married I’d treat her well. But I wouldn’t let her off lightly if she disregarded the environment. We talked about it. Neither would Gordon. We both agreed that hair dressers are sultry. Pretty things. Ooh. Hairdressers. But no sex! It spoils things. I like the foreplay. Oral can wait. I want to see those sexy thighs, hips, and tits. Horny receptionists are hot. Ready the parachute. Use LED not Halogen. Buy Lowe Alpine. Berghaus. Good kit. The best kit. The kit with the best rep. Show me Ray Mears’ Army surplus shit. Nice to have proper survival gear!

The stars gaze. Lucy likes the air. Yes. Let’s call it a day. See you for boar at camp for breakfast. The air is fresh as the sun bathes the forest. Let’s survive. We’re going birdwatching this afternoon beside the lakes so f*** the CIA.