The World We Are Living In Now.
I’m like Nigella Lawson’s tongueless former husband right before she became a cocaine-addicted microwave lover to Saatchi who preferred the heat of the oven. Just don’t call me The Sage Of Baltimore! Walt Whitman’s Eidolons, from Leaves of Grass, are taking care of the money. Just like the tiny angels who grew grass for King Solomon; that was their only task. All the others, the angels of fortune, were their own children; the money.
What are we to do with the world now? It is a very strange world; a world of a very strange world. In the beginning, you would think that the future was as bright and full of promise as the present. But at this moment, in the present, things are as gloomy and confused as ever. The world is not full of promise. What do we do with the world now? We have the same difficulties all over the world with the same problems. We would like it to be full of promise and possibility. Instead, our present, our present is dark and dark with problems, and we find ourselves in a world that is not full of promise and possibility; and we are, in fact, in the same difficulties that the other countries of the world are in. That is, we find ourselves in this world where there are a great many people, and we find them to be unhappy. Why are they unhappy? Why are they unhappy? Because of this and that. We find them unhappy because of money, because of fear, because of the world. This is what we have found out.
This is a good deal. You get to spend time with me, you get to do good things; you get to have fun and learn how to live better. And I get to keep all of it, all of the money, so we can go have fun more and live better together. So this is a good deal. You get to spend time with me, you get to do good things; you get to have fun and learn how to live better. And I get to keep all of it, all of the money, so we can go have fun more and live better together. So what you are saying is you think it’s a bad deal, you think it’s a bad deal, and the reason why you are not saying that is because, you need me to be the sort of person that you love and the sort of person that you’re comfortable with? Is that a good description of who you think I am? So what you are saying is you think it’s a bad deal, you think it’s a bad deal, and the reason why you are not saying that is because, you need me to be the sort of person that you love and the sort of person that you’re comfortable with? Is that a good description of who you think I am? Okay.
And how about a second argument. I don’t know about you, but I’ve met a few people who have been very comfortable with me, people who have been very happy. They are very open with me. I’ve been extremely open with them. They are very open with me. And you need to know that. I mean this is hard to talk about, because I never knew it was so easy to be open and to be honest.
My honesty betrays me. I confronted my neighbour on behalf of my Word of Honour; swinging my mother’s sword. We fought as we had been born to fight: for the land of our fathers, for the people of our forefathers. Our enemy did not give. The word of honour was cast aside. We were no longer enemies, but family, comrades. We were no longer enemies, but allies. We were no longer enemies, but family, comrades.
Commandanta Ramona, in the balaclava, my sister-lover, my weapon your face; that’s where it’s going right in the face; swinging my mother’s sword! That’s for your face: that is for your veiled face, Ramona! it is like the most powerful weapon we had for a very long time. Your natural beauty. So, the blade is my weapon. This is for my mother; this is for her face; this is the sword I use in the face of a demon; this is for you! Now I will kill, the demon, and you, I will kill for you, Ramona! I will kill, the demon, and kill for you, Ramona! Our Commandanta!!
Commandanta Ramona, is not Nigella. She is a soldier, on the front lines because of men’s war of words, yet, she bears the children of the next generation, and fights for their rights.
No, she is not a princess. You have to understand what happens when men refuse to listen to women.
There was a moment where a man wanted a woman. But that moment is gone. A thousand men want only a woman. But the moment is gone. A thousand men do not know what it is like to be heard. But the moment is gone. A thousand men want to have a woman. But the moment is gone. A thousand men want a woman, but the moment is gone. Even in a world, where so many of them are, who have been born so long ago, the woman is still more human than the man. The woman knows her worth, and the man knows himself.
In the midst of their endless debates about what they want, why they want it, and what it is like to be born a woman, there is a woman, waiting in the shadows, willing to listen to any and every person and be willing to make her worth heard.
And that’s the difference between Nigella and Commandanta Ramona, each know their worth: one uses a microwave while the other a balaclava but more than likely they both are at peace when the veil has been lifted.