Life

Life's a cell in a prison.

We're the prisoners.

Anorexia

Anorexia

That anorexic girl had medium format photos taken of her by a
professional photographer, so she could see for herself what she
looked like. She thought she wasn't as thin as everybody made her
think, and not as thin as that superthin model that she'd seen in a
catalogue.
She enjoyed the shoot. She posed and had ideas of her own how to
present herself in a favourable way.
Once she had an inspiration and her thin face brightened when she
fetched a red woolen heart puppy from the corner of the room, sitting
down and taking the puppy in her arms, and smiled, posing in a
charming way.

She had to wait a few days before the photos would return from the
developers. Her mother was with her when she opend the letter
containing the photos and she started filing through the bundle of
photos.
Her poses were truly elegant - nevertheless it came as a shock when
she saw what her body looked like. Worse even: her mother was so
perplexed with what she saw, and she compared her daughter with the
victims from Ausschwitz.
The girl retreated, tears came to her eyes. She wasn't as thin as that
superthin model in the catalogue. Her body looked even worse.
It was a terrible disappointment. Instead of an aid in het effort to
escape her fate the photos had put her even deeper into the trap of
her disease.

It was wrong by her mother to compare her with the perishing victims.
The remark wasn't of any use at all.

It's rather that the girl had indeed posed most elegantly, only that
her body was a different object, something she didn't belong to. She
was living in a wrong envelope.

It was so sad to see how she broke out in silent tears and see her
hopes vanish.

(seen on TV, a programme on anorexia)

Anorexia is a serious disease of the mental system. It's as if the
mind is running under a faulty operating system which doesn't let a
person see herself in a proper perspective.
Instead, it forces that person to follow wrong guidelines.

(Enviado desde mi iPod)

Key ingredient

The key ingredient for the creation of life is radiation.

Look out of the window in the middle of the night and listen: nothing!
(I'm not counting party-people).

In bright daylight everything hustles and bustles.

There's life underneath: a mole, but his molecules could only combine
a trillion years ago - with the aid of radiation (light).

(Enviado desde mi iPod)

The End

There are to types of passing away, of The End:

a) scary version:
the passing away caused by an accident, of children, of persons at the height of their lifes.

b) accepted, sometimes even welcomed version:
it's part of the everlasting cycles of life, of being born, living, dying, and being reborn.

I've been very scared of version a) when I was younger.
Today, at the age of almost 60, and a lot of considering what the true qualities of our lives seem to be, I've come to see version b) as a friend, as a reliever from mishaps that might be ruling the actual life cycle, with the almost certain promise that it will change for the better, but could also change for the worse, in the next cycles.

All cycles together might sum up as an average of what's possible at the comfortable and not so comfortable end in the qualtity of each cycle.

OS

Sex is the operating system of life.

(My words).