Dear D

Since forever people have spoken about, informed me and complained over my face being an open book. My thoughts, feelings and opinions laid out naked for anyone and body, always without mean intentions. Except for the moment I intend to let my face speak before my fist, but that is a whole other matter and age. That it has never been the sole subject of me being rejected or under scrutiny, not Dutch enough or too well dressed and bespoken. The weight has been an issue for many inmates too, because of the better looks I would require when slimmer.

Inmates, I have called them because their brain is being held captive in boxes. Everything is measured by effort, depending on the value in the box you are worthy of what and how one lives. Therefore jealousy is a form of disrespect, in the eyes of the jealous person u are unworthy of the trinkets, treasures or true thunder you carry. Envie is rather the opposite of the rainbow coloured by sheer delusion. Instead of practising the law of free will, they suffer the enslavement of the yes but…

The entitled unhinged ego trippers are, to say the least, a more severe pandemic than our Covid which everybody tries to fight or ignore. This group of sole right of existence and complaint I call the AU children. The Greek root AU means to feel or to perceive, like in audio, authentic, authority, audience. Now the former president Trump is preparing a social audio app…should be fun, to see how that works out. I mean no offence but if u are an idiot don’t come telling me about your skin colour!

Meanwhile, the Bothies still exist and function, the Muon geeked and freaked out every scientist, the NFT is getting more popular than the bitcoin despite its humongous footprint…

I believe to owe you dear D a clarification about my erratic rambling today…from bottom to top. The enormous footprint is energy-wise, from the calculating computers, to give you an impression, imagine the energy it takes to make 500.000 visa transactions equals one bitcoin transaction…see? Now meanwhile the Bothies (small farmer huts left open and stocked for anyone in the mountains who needs shelter) still witness to ancient human goodness and decency, we are told about the disobedient Muon. A wobbly electron influenced by forms of matter and energy not known yet…HA

We hold on to what has been dreamed up by self-invested minds, dead for a while now (no offence intended). Wonder when the turning point may come and if recognised or needed for that matter, we are all but one through a miracle. You just have to read the contrasts of my up summing in the worlds menu of today! Like the father of Liam used to say, in this world, there is room for everyone and everything as long we accept it. More than a pretty boy that one!

May harmony find you,

Irena Phaedra