The Eye of the Beholder
Do you think I'm beautiful?
Thanks, Carlene, and what a great question to kickstart these pages. Western civilisation has long been preoccupied with the idea of beauty but it's worth noting that different eras and different cultures around the world hold up different paragons of beauty. So there is no one definition of what is or isn't beautiful. Even where some common ideas prevail about what constitutes beauty, these are always transient and so the idea of beauty constantly shifts and cannot be considered fixed.
What I think you're asking is: Do I think you are beautiful according to the prevailing attitudes and cultural images of western Europe? And looking at the photo you sent with your letter, I think I can honestly say 'no'. I hope this answers your question, Carlene.
Can meditation cure my haemorrhoids?
Another outstanding question, my friend. The mind is a powerful tool and we can fool ourselves into believing anything so the short answer is yes, Frank, it can.
First, focus on the itch and separate it from the haemorrhoid itself. Hold it in front of you in your mind's eye, rotate it, make it spin, play with it, let it become your friend - now you own the itch!
Next, return to the idea of the haemorrhoid. Imagine it as a glorious balloon with you holding the string. Tug it, rub it so it squeaks, then let go. Watch it drift into the sky until it is gone from sight. Hey presto! And voila! The mind has just nuked a troublesome physical ailment so why not give it some love - a little light jazz or some alcohol - and then it's ready for its next assignment.
Do rabbits sink?
Wow! Great question, Elsie.
Big Bob wants to know:
Is my Dad harder than yours?
Another ripsnorter of a query, Big Bob. And thanks for the photo of your dad who from the looks of things is a fully paid up member of a Hell's Angels gang.
Of course, what you don't know is that my dad is a retired tax consultant who, using a diet of coffee and cake and vigorous television watching workouts, has kept himself in some shape (there's no name for this shape but it's 3D and something like a cross between a squashed cylinder and a triangular-based prism). Not only that but my dad has been known to exceed the speed limit in his car and get cross in restaurants when the service doesn't meet his expectations.
So, it seems pretty obvious that my dad is harder than yours but let's put this thing to rest and set up a Dad's Death Match Duel. If that Harley ain't fully road taxed then your old man is dead meat...