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What makes language offensive and what is the turning point were previously offensive words become common place and ‘acceptable’? When will ‘fuck’ be used in full in print? when will it break the watershed? When will ‘cunt’ be used in print using asterisk? And what will be the new ‘cunt’? It’s fluid, beautiful, and fascinating how our language defines our generations and morphs so quickly! Just my thought for the day.



Get it off your chest

I believe that if you feel strongly enough about something it’s necessary to put it out there.

I just needed to get this off my chest.

I find it humbling and awesome to know that, as a human I am an insignificant piece of carbon. My little problems and tiny dilemmas are less then nothing in the course of the cosmos. All that being said, is it true that we are ALL insignificant? Biologically, maybe, but influentially? I don’t agree. All people have the ability to effect change, but few do. Even fewer can influence others to implement change, those who do this are are truly and honestly inspirational

1. I have changed the way I ‘believe’ … It is no longer just a blind agreement. I have ability to discover answers and I use that to form my own opinions.

2. The truth is just as awe inspiring as a lie is comforting. I would rather revel in the truth then hide in the lie.

3. I will pass this on to my daughter. maybe she will change the world

The Butterfly Effect


So I’m sitting with a bunch of friends on Saturday night, gorging on wine and nibbles when the conversation turns to death (we all know that at some stage during a crap-fest this topic is generally hit on.)

‘We were at a funeral last week, Micheal’s cousin. As the hearse pulled away a beatiful butterfly glided by. It was amazing, It was her, she sent it.’

the conversation then turned to ‘visits from the dead’
‘The family said they could smell flowers,’
‘A Feather floated by the coffin,’
‘The cancer ridden patient strung-out on morphine could see someone in the room’ and so on and so forth.

Of corse the poor man was hallucinating he’s on 600mg of morphine! Feathers leave birds! Flowers grow (and they are occasionally found fresh in grave yards)

Not one member of my group even had first hand experience, they just rehashed story’s that they heard… ‘i know a girl who knows a girl who said they ….’ how much to we trust this non-acquaintance? is she a reliable sorce? Did she really feel her husbands hand on her shoulder at the alter or was she a devistated wife and mother desperatly looking for some kind of comfort. I believe the later.

not to say I don’t understand the need for comfort in these heartbreaking situations, I just dont see the need to attach that need to the physical. Was the deceased persons life not enough! Cant people draw comfort from how their loved one enhanced and effected the world! Do we really need to feel/touch/see the dead for comfort? … I believe its about the beauty you bring to the world while you’re here, not what butterflies you send when you’re gone.

‪White Wine in the Sun by Tim Minchin‬‏ – YouTube.