My Take On How To Save Suffering

Just stand still for a moment. Just think where you came from, what you're made of. Just realize that all that makes up you (except for your experiences, feelings and other mind controlled things) already existed in some form. We exist out of stuff that was once apart, and now just for one moment, makes up you. And while I typed this, or you read this, parts of you already got separated from you and became once again a part on its own. We're dying, surviving and living at the same time constantly.

Try to think big. Try to realize that was makes up the centre of this Universe for you, is you. You are in the middle, because everywhere you see is all Universe around you.

Try to realize how much nothing you are compared to the completeness of things around you. In the scheme of things, you don't matter. Your life doesn't matter. You got born, you lived, celebrated and suffered and then you died. In the end, it really doesn't matter.

So, does that mean the suffering of others doesn't matter? Or the suffering of animals? Or us justifying the suffering cause we're trying to survive? I really believe it doesn't; it only sucks.

I don't believe I will get a reward or award for good living after I died. I don't believe Obama will take his Nobel Prize with him after he died. I don't believe a criminals bad deeds will follow him into death. I believe our bodies will fall apart and become new pieces of reality. I believe long after the body has been reinvented into new objects and lifeforms, our souls will have passed into history without pain, without memories. Nothing will be left of us.

The suffering we're experiencing or witnessing is one of this moment. Should we stand back and avert our eyes? Should we step up and risk our own survival? In this whole world there are no species who believes that. And still that is what we're saying right now, while on the other hand we're still killing animals with deseases to save our own sorry asses.

I think a little more respect for life, but also for death would be in order. It probably won't save our lives or those of animals, but it will help earth recover better till the Universe consumes us all.

Wowsie! What happened here?

I did a little IQ-test, just for fun. The test was only 20 questions, so the result was merely just an indication. I answered 16 out of 20 questions correct which resulted in an indicational IQ of 130. I don't think I'm that smart, but it's quite cool I only answered 4 questions wrong. Unfortunately, they don't tell which questions.

What about them who never had a choice?

What about the rapist who never knew anything but sexual abuse? Who’s going to listen to him?

What about the murderer who killed out of passion, because he doesn’t know how to handle love, cause he never had anything to handle? Who’s going to listen to him?

What about the prostitute who was only searching for a better future? Who’s going to listen to her?

Or the drug addict who’s only trying to relieve the pain of her past still ringing in her ears? Who’s going to listen to her?

They all had to suffer crimes, but who wants to fight for them? We are all to blame for not listening, looking away and simply ignoring the cries for help and a little love.

Public Transport

We’ve got chip in our public transport in Amsterdam. Every trip you make by bus, tram or metro has to be paid by chip. And from time to time they do checks to see if you paid.

Yesterday a big team of controllers was awaiting us at one of the stations. They halted the metro and took the time to check on every body still in the metro.

I have a membership, so I don’t need to reload for about 5 years. That’s convenient. With my public transport pass I’m also keeping my company pass to enter my office. The company pass’ magnet is stronger than the public transport pass’.

When the controller asked for my pass I gave him both passes. I knew he’d probably scan my company pass which was under my public transport pass. He did.

In a demeaning voice he asked me: “What did you do, m’am?”

I thought: “I didn’t do anything wrong, but you did.”

Instead I removed the company pass and only answered: “Try again.”

He scanned again and of course the pass was okay. In my mind I was laughing at him, loud.

I just hated the way he said: “What did you do, m’am?” implying I was the one trying to hack the system. And then they wonder why people tend to get aggressive with them.

Handle me with respect and I will do the same with you. Handle me like a little child and that’s probably what you’ll get.

In all the years I travelled with the public transport, I hardly ever encountered a friendly and respectful controller or driver; there were only a few. Most however, did ask to be beaten up or be treated without respect. I never gave in to the urge though.