Yes, Deb. The bonobos are sweet and gentle and horny as hell. Are they strictly vegetarian? This I don't know.
Gorillas and orang-utans tend to be gentle as well. I'm not sure about the fourth great age--the gibbon. But I do know that gibbons are amazing and spectular athletes. Tres agile.
The Bronx Zoo has Gibbon Island--an actual island in the middle of the East River (or the Bronx River? Some river in the Bronx). A very impressive group of primates.
I'll take Manhattan,
the Bronx and Gibbon Island too,
It's fun just going to
The Zoo!
dlowan wrote:I'll take Manhattan,
the Bronx and Gibbon Island too,
It's fun just going to
The Zoo!
Deb, you've outdone yourself. LOL.
Guess what I'm thinking about today. Yesterday I watched a documentary about faith-healers. The conclusion was that faith-healers don't heal. Of those who are actually healed (and there are precious few), it appears that the healing is accomplished by the believers. Their belief causes an improvement in their condition. Our brains are powerful instruments.
So last night and this morning, I was concentrating on healing myself. So far, nothing. But I'm gonna keep trying. It's a lot cheaper than doctors. I'll let keep you posted. (Don't worry. I'm not turning away from doctors. But I figure this can't hurt.)
Roberta,
I've been thinking that we are definitely our own healers, we just don't know it.
When we do " get it ", it seems to work.
Ol' Brother Jethro held a revival down by the river a coupla years back. He was big on faith healing too, so he got Sister Mary, who had been on crutches for years to get up on stage so he could heal her. Got Brother Jack up there too, who was afflicted with a terrible speech impediment, and had 'em both get behind a screen so nobody would get to see how these miracles were done. Well, he prayed, wailed, and beeseached for about as long as the crowd would tolerate, and then he hollared "Sister Mary - throw out your crutches and WALK!. Brother Jack - open your mouth and SPEAK!
Pretty soon, here came the crutches flying joyfully through the air. Then, a thunderous chrash, followed by a full minutes silence. "Sister Mary", he cried, "what happened? Walk, Sister Mary. Brother Jack, give us the joyful news." Pretty soon comes Brother Jack's quaverous voice. "Sisther Mary just fell on her ath."
A drunk comes in off the road with a flask. The cup going round and round, hand to hand, suddenly slips, shatters. Cups don't last long among drunks
Rumi
Goodness me!
Well, as to the faith healing - as we all know, medications are judged on their superiority to placebo effect - not on efficacy vs non-efficacy - but on MORE efficacy.
I love the idea of placebo effect - if my mind can heal me just by allowing it to think it can, WOW! The brighter and shinier the placebo, the better!
Apparently placebos work best in different colours for different types of ailments - and if they cause some discomfort.
I need a neck placebo - I wonder what colour would work best? The physio is dark brown, and causes quite a lot of discomfort - I DO hope he is a good placebo, because his conversation leaves a great deal to be desired!
I recall doing a year of undergrad social work training before I moved to a post-grad course - they made me do these things called "multi-disciplinary topics" - which were supposed to open my mind to the higher things of life, cos most of the courses offered at the place were techie things - I sort o fprotested that, with an honours arts degree and a dip ed I felt I might qualify as "opened" - but no - so I sat through one of these things - a music thingy, with waht seemed like thousands of physios and OTs - all KNITTING!!!
I could not stand it - and became assertive and loud about not being trammelled with these things. I won. Don't know quite what it was about the knitting that got me, but it did.
Maybe I am weird?
You are weird, but I don't see what that has to do with your story.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Let the clutch out, for chrissake!
Don't got no clutch - have finally succumbed to the lure of the automatic..... =:>-p
Grrrrr. Love my manual. Of course, a beastly 90-hp 1.6L I4 ain't gonna get you very far with an automatic tranny.
(Okay, working on "tranny" joke now...)
Why, Madame LaFarge, that is 2knit, 2pearl, 2knit, 2pearl...
pardon, Boida?
I do not think we can compare innocent - if, goddess help me, boring (and I mean these ones, not all!) - OTs and physios to madame LaFarge! I belive the visceral reaction was to something betokened by the knitting, rather than the knitting itself...
My thought of the day was that knitting is a form of meditation
My thought of the day was that knitting is a form of meditation
And indeed it is. Great to do something with your hands - it frees the mind.
I woke up with a thought - but it is gone.
Dlowan has attained No mind LOL
If only! Deep in samsara I be!
