Another weird day...
Fall from the sky and you might just find something usefull from the ground. Staying up there too long can make you airsick and your feet wont be wobbly, and they'll probably be numb by the time you land your aircraft. Though, if you were flying up there the whole time, i suppose that you could see the earth from up there, but i doubt you would know what is going on. Being able to fly doesn't come in the package of being superman, you know. All you need is a little imagination and you could be anywhere you want. Play it out inside your head and let yourself dream in the wonderful times you just might have waiting for you.
Teach the crocodile how to swim properly, because all it ever does it float like a log. Then, it strikes it prey while rolling over inside the water. You see that log there? It's spinning like a drill while snapping off that buffalo's head. Oh, you see that guy with a gun? He's going to shoot the crocodile.
Which one would be worse? Killing the animal? Or the animal killing another animal? Or is this another case of failure to decentrate and classify? I wonder if we could say that we're still within the preoperational stage of development, because we tend to differentiate between killing a killer and killing as good and bad. How can that be when they are both under the same criteria: killing? Weird isn't it? And we thought only kids would make that mistake. It seems that the world is another arena for child's play. Nowonder we can never take care of ourselves.
Try looking at yourself in the mirror. Then remove the colour of your skin. Then, find a shirt that says "I have no colour" on it. I wonder if people would treat you differently because you are colourless. Is it true that the colour of your skin decides whether you are stupid, smart, calculative or ignorant? Then, if we have no colour at all, what would we be? Nothing? Oh, great then.
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