"Storyland"
Nature is a harsh critic. The development of culture helped to mediate that. The weaker members were helped along the road to survival. Tools and agriculture. Leisure. Art. But there is also an inherent competition. Hierarchies physical and mental. And otherwise, too. As resources become more scarce, the competition grows. Populations become more brutal. A little girl in New York hangs herself because she is bullied.
Nature is a harsh critic. So is culture.
I may change this blog a bit. Thinking about it. I'm taking the counter off today. I'm not famous yet. I'm turning off the comments section, too. I don't think I'll be posting as much, but I'm not sure about that. Posting 300+ photos a year is silly. Most people will tell you that if you can make five good ones in a year, you are outstanding. The thing is, if I don't post every day, I think the whole project will dwindle. I see that all the time. Once you slow down, entropy takes over. So I haven't made up my mind yet.
Jesus Christ, I've become dull. I can't think of the word for talking to yourself, that old charge laid against some of the artists and philosophers of the early 20th century. What was that? I'll be damned if I can think of it.
Nature is a harsh critic.
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