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03/12/2024

Here's an extensive list of anti-realist quotes from philosophers and physicists:

*Philosophers*

1. *Plato*: "The world we experience is only an imitation of the true reality." (Allegory of the Cave)
2. *Immanuel Kant*: "The human mind imposes order and structure on the world." (Critique of Pure Reason)
3. *George Berkeley*: "To be is to be perceived." (Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge)
4. *David Hume*: "Reality is nothing but a collection of perceptions." (A Treatise of Human Nature)
5. *Friedrich Nietzsche*: "Reality is a mere interpretation." (Thus Spoke Zarathustra)
6. *Martin Heidegger*: "Reality is not something present-at-hand, but something hidden." (Being and Time)
7. *Jean-Paul Sartre*: "Reality is what we choose to make it." (Existentialism is a Humanism)
8. *Ludwig Wittgenstein*: "Reality is shaped by language and social practices." (Philosophical Investigations)

*Physicists*

1. *Niels Bohr*: "Reality is what we know, not what we see."
2. *Werner Heisenberg*: "The words or language...do not seem to play any role in my mechanism of thought."
3. *Erwin Schrödinger*: "The world we experience is not the real world, but the world as perceived by us."
4. *Albert Einstein*: "As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality."
5. *Richard Feynman*: "I think I can safely say that nobody understands quantum mechanics."
6. *Stephen Hawking*: "The human mind is not capable of understanding the universe."
7. *John Wheeler*: "Reality is what you can get away with."
8. *David Bohm*: "Reality is not something that can be captured by the intellect."

*Quantum Mechanics and Reality*

1. *Schrödinger*: "The act of observation itself changes the reality."
2. *Heisenberg*: "Uncertainty principle is not just a statement about our knowledge, but about reality itself."
3. *Bohr*: "The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth."

*Limits of Human Understanding*

1. *Einstein*: "The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don't know."
2. *Feynman*: "I would rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned."
3. *Hawking*: "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."

*Instrumentalism and Anti-Realism*

1. *Pierre Duhem*: "A physical theory is not an explanation. It is a system of mathematical propositions."
2. *Arthur Eddington*: "The universe is not only stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think."
3. *Bertrand Russell*: "Physics is mathematical not because we know so much about the physical world, but because we know so little."

*Other Notable Quotes*

1. *Karl Popper*: "Science is not a collection of facts, but a system of hypotheses."
2. *Roger Penrose*: "The universe has no privileged role for human observation."
3. *Brian Greene*: "Reality is a complex tapestry, woven from multiple threads."

Sources:

1. "The Philosophical Writings of Niels Bohr" (1998)
2. "Physics and Philosophy" by Werner Heisenberg (1958)
3. "The Quotable Einstein" (2011)
4. "The Feynman Lectures on Physics" (1963)
5. "What Is Life?" by Erwin Schrödinger (1944)
6. "At Home in the Universe" by John Wheeler (1994)
7. "A Brief History of Time" by Stephen Hawking (1988)
8. "Critique of Pure Reason" by Immanuel Kant (1781)
9. "Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge" by George Berkeley (1710)

16/08/2024

Losing Women to Death, to Other Men!

No man has lost women than Osito Kale. He has lost many to death. He has lost some to other men. He has had bitter encounters with women, many women. But Kasam has not given up. I have never asked him which of the two is more painful. Is it to lose a woman to death or to other men?

Many things can and have made Osito a great man, a greater artist and perhaps the greatest living Benga maestro. But nothing has made me love him more than his real life story which he has so generously shared with us in his compositions. We know about them because he has told us in the most beautiful yet painful ways.

Osito has lost Betty Nyochuonyo, a woman she betrothed and lived with in Sondu, days when Sondu was Sondu. Ever heard of Sondu Rach? Yes, Osito was there with Betty for many years. Then death came and plucked her away just when their marriage was beginning to blossom. He took her home to Asembo and buried her. Like a man should to do. Our culture tells us so. A man must bury a wife, his wife. Long gone or there with him. When they die, it is duty, a commitment to the gods. Not men!

Osito has lost Nyakedenge (Anjeli). She was an industrious woman, he tells us. She was a business lady who grounded herself in the Mango business that Asembo is known for. A treasurer women trusted. She is a prayerful woman who had a close relationship with Father Richard of Lwak Parish.

She came after Betty. Or was there before. Because in Rapar Betty, I guess she is part of the people she mentions that were with him at the hospital. If you think Nyakadenge was emotional, you are wrong. Go to YouTube and ask for Rapar Betty! In that song, Osito declares that on the day he buried Betty, it was clear to him that "gig piny bura oloyo." And now again, Nyakadenge too, is dead. Osito has lost another woman to death!

In his tribute to Nyakadenge, Osito wonders what he has done to deserve all the tribulations. Burying two women in one life? In that song Osito poured his heart out and cried to God, bitter. He even blames Doctors at Old Nyanza Hospital and asks them why they could not save her life. The emotions of Osito, the weigh of losing another woman to death, is lost in the comic relief that Ogina Koko injects as he narrates the journey to Asembo.

But I can say that it was better that Osito lost these two women to death. I say this because the Osito who loses Linet Aluoch Pamba to D. O Misiani is even more devastated. Nothing beats a man like losing a woman to another man. And we are talking about Aluoch Pamba Nya Alego Karapul here. Not any woman. That woman, in her days! Nkt bwana, you know nothing about beauty if you never saw Pamba those days. Even today...wueeh!

No man has waited for a woman to come back to him longer than Osito. In Aluoch Pamba Part 2 (Osito has two songs for her, all begging her to come back) he tells us his early encounters with Linet. She was beautiful. She was part of his band, Nabii Kings. And I guess they may have had a stint together under Awino Lawi.

Osito declares that between him and Aluoch, there was more than music. There was some Chemistry, the Chemistry of Music and more. They are perfect partners and team. One day, he narrates to us in that song, they were called to Nakuru's Merica Hotel of those days. The team went and Aluoch was there with them. Many beautiful ladies were in attendance but her beauty stood out. Some people inquired about her. Osito tell us that he kept dumb. Told no one more about her. She was his!

But he could not keep quiet for long because soon, a man more powerful noticed Aluoch's beauty and her melodic voice. That man was the then reigning King of Benga, D. O Owino Misiani. He came and snatched Aluoch from Osito Kale. Just like that. Raila Odinga told us when eulogizing Misiani, if you remember, that Owino called that Zero grazing. That when he (Owino) wanted a woman, he could just go and take her.

And he did that with Aluoch. Things never remained the same for the Son of Asembo. He says that when he remembers Aluoch, "piny ochame". There's nothing that Osito has not told Aluoch to convince her to come back. There's no name he hasn't called her. You can listen to both songs. The likes of Ogina have even promised to kill for her hippopotamus.

But to date, even long after Owino is dead, Aluoch has refused to come back. Osito, now old enough to want to forget things love, is still disturbed by one question;

Will Aluoch ever come back to him? Will she attend his funeral and tell the world what was there between them?

Because no man waits for the return of woman he has lost to death. But a woman you have lost to other men...is just different!

02/05/2024

It was First term midterm break. I had already counted my safe days on the calendar I was given by County Medical clinic. As an enlightened Kenyan, I had circled the three day period of safety, shaved the mons p***s ready to surprise my boyfriend. But sometimes I had mood swings boardering on extrwames of giving in to his demands or declining. The former gave in. My lover was a young 25 year old, happy go lucky working in one of the corporate offices. I took the razor I had just shaved myself with, washed it and placed it on its safe. I took a shower, wore my blue turquoise top, adjusted my tight fitting black miniskirt,then stepped out.

I looked like a real goddess. Like a reincarnation of Monica Lewinsky when Bill Clinton couldn't resist her amorous looks. I then took a bus to his small house in the suburbs of Machakos near Peter Mulei supermarkets. I saw a figure move in a huff in his house through the window sill. It was him. My boyfriend! My love! I knew with certainty that defied the odds that today things must happen. The earth had tilted on its axis. His sugarcane must at whatever cost taste the juicy morsel of my honey. I knocked repeatedly and heard footsteps. When Jackson Mutua opened ,I saw love in his eyes. Eyes that were inviting me to swim into. I saw his chest admirable from the palbable darkness that was being chased by the security light he lit. My whole chest have in.We hugged and kissed as he held me tightly close. The town glowed each time my knight n shining armor descended upon my anticipating lips. Those were the greetings whenever I visited him.
Ever since JM as I fondly called him settled his eyes on me, I knew that he was the man. We had dated for six months and at no time had he shown his back on me.

That night, I went straight to the kitchen, prepared supper, a sumptuous ugali and some goat meat. We ate to our fill, then went to sleep. The squeaky bed that it was later was me under tough muscular hands of a man who had waited for six months. The cry of pain under the spell of a sexually deprived cassanova lover was mine under the tricks of my handsome man. We tried fe****io. Cunnillingus. Catterpilar dance. Bicycle.

He was a real Escobar but now not with a minor. One time he sat on the bed as he spread his legs apart,his weak neck fell back like the Death of an Eland poem, supported his supple back with his two hands as I administered quick fe****io on his big bogoyo banana. He foamed. He squinted. He raised legs, up in the air. It was as edifying as it was enthralling. My word! When his turn came, I lay prostrate on his mahogany bed, him pulling and pushing and me assisting him to administer cannons of bullets in my cake. When we came to, JM held me by the torso. It was late psst midnight. We now talked. Talks that boardered on our future,how to raise the baby. It must be known that kissing any African girl any part of the body leads to pregnancy. Any body part especially the cheeks is very fertile. He then slept soundly .I don't know why many men sleep post coitus. It happened to my JM. I nicknamed him so when we went to Nairobi during a show then to one of his favourite music joints at Club Tribeka. I had just completed campus ND him working under the Ministry of Tourism.

We had met at an Exhibition at Machakos. I looked at him, his body, his gait,his beautiful long eyelashes that I admired to touch. Then looked at his weapon of mass procreation that had escaped the wrath of my sumbuza the last six months. I held him tight, woke up to drink some water. My mind raced to the distant future. I longed for my child but not this fast. But it was fast and furious because I could tell the hu***ng, jumping and smooching had given rise to an offspring. My days were not safe. I realized this upon remembering the calender that I hang on my wall.

My last me**es was on a Monday. But I slept unperturbed and waited. The following morning we went to church at nine. He was a staunch catholic and so do I up-to this day. Fast forward to March that year, I missed my periods.I must have been impregnated by JM.

My mood swings changed. There were still charged remains of our last action packed thrill on his bed that Sunday Afternoon when I left. His holy waters had found their way into my Gutenberg spot that afternoon. I felt it. But when I broke the news to him that Monday, he hung up almost clicking. I had heard stories of girls being dumped, denied and left to fix their devices but I never thought JM would. Still, I dialed his number. Next episode,,,,,,,

12/04/2024

Fredrick Omondi Otieno

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07/04/2024

The Major Plays of Samuel Beckett

ENDGAME (1958)

Synopsis

Hamm and Clov

In a wheel-chair sits Hamm, who is blind. Hamm's parents. Nell and Nagg, both legless as the result of a cycling accident are in two ashbins. The only character who can walk is Hamm's servant Clov who, however, cannot sit down. Clov is trying to leave Hamm who persistently bullies him, making him push his chair round, open and shut the ashbins, and look through the windows with a telescope. Hamm's mother, Nell, probably dies but this is not made clear. Hamm continues a story, the one he has been telling himself all his days. Clov retires to change into travelling clothes while Hamm discards his possessions one by one and settles back in his chair, covering his face with a blood-stained handkerchief. Clov appears at the door, with umbrella and bag, ready to leave, but as the curtain falls he is still standing on the threshold watching Hamm.

Critical Comments***

Clov's First Action, a Metaphor For Waking Up

Endgame is played out in a single room. Of the four characters, only Clov can move. He has a stiff-legged gait and is unable to sit down. His master, Hamm, is blind and paralysed in a wheel-chair Hamm's parents, Nagg and Nell, are legless and dumped in dust-bins. When the curtain rises both Hamm and the dust-bins are covered with dust-sheets and the curtains are drawn across the windows. Clov's first act is to draw back the curtains, look mockingly at the world outside, and then take off the dust-sheets. This is so plainly a metaphor for waking up that we imagine the stage to be the inside of an immense skull.

A Tragi-Farce

In this play there is no mysterious Mr. Godot who might, if he ever turned up, solve the problems of the protagonists. There is, in fact, no one at all waiting in the
wings; all the ingredients of the tragi-farce are present when the curtain goes up.

Samuel Beckett and the Theatre of the Absurd

Absurd Drama, Not a Regular "Movement"

The phrase "Absurd Drama" or "The Theatre of the Absurd" gained currency as a result of Martin Esslin's book The Theatre of the Absurd published in 1961. Esslin points out that there is no such thing as a regula "movement of Absurd dramatists; the term is useful as "a device to make certain fundamental traits which seem to be present in the works of a number of dramatists accessible to discussion by tracing features they have in common." Esslin's book deals with a group of plays which incorporate certain beliefs and use certain methods and which, briefly and as a kind of intellectual shorthand, we call Absurd Drama.

Successful Inspite of the Violation of all Dramatic Conventions

The most surprising thing about plays of this group is that inspite of their breaking of the rules they are successful. Says Esslin: "If a good play must have a cleverly constructed story, these have no story or plot to speak of; if a good play is judged by subtlety of characterisation and motivation, these are often without recognisable characters and present the audience with almost mechanical puppets; if a good play has to have a fully explained theme, which is neatly exposed and finally solved, these often have neither a beginning nor an end; if a good play is to hold the mirror up to nature and portray the manners and mannerisms of the age in finely observed sketches, these seem often to be reflections of dreams and nightmares; if a good play relies on witty repartee and pointed dialogue, these often consist of incoherent babblings."

The Major "Absurd" Dramatists

This kind of play, according to Esslin, arises from the disillusionment and loss of "certitude characteristic of our times and reflected in works like The Myth of Sisyphus (1942) by Albert Camus-where the word "Absurd" appears. The major dramatists of the School of the Absurd, in Esslin's view are Beckett, Adamov, Ionesco, and Genet. The senselessness of life and loss of ideals had, of course, been reflected in dramatists like Giraudoux, Anouilh, Sartre, and Camus, but, whereas they had presented irrationality in terms of the old conventions, dramatists in the Theatre of the Absurd sought a more appropriate form. They do not argue about absurdity; they "present it in being." Like the Poetic Theatre, the Absurd Theatre relies heavily on dream and fantasy, but unlike that theatre it rejects consciously "poetic" dialogue in favour of the banal. Although centred on Paris, the Theatre of the Absurd is distinctly international in flavour, as is emphasised by the four leading exponents chosen by Esslin-the Irish Beckett, the Russian Adamov, the Rumanian Ionesco, and the Frenchman Genet. These dramatists are followed, in Esslin's book, by about eighteen contemporary playwrights of whom Pinter and Simpson are the British representatives. All these dramatists partake, in one form or another, of the tradition of the Absurd which is described by Esslin as very far-flung indeed, incorporating devices from the circus, mime, clowning, verbal nonsense, and the literature of dream and fantasy which often has a strong allegorical component. Esslin seems to have overstated his case by including many dramatists whose mention in the category of the Theatre of the Absurd surprises us. But the tradition is more obviously pertinent when Esslin approaches such persons as Jarry, Apollinaire, and Dada. In his attempt to show in what way the Absurd Theatre produces something really new, Esslin suggests that it is "the unusual way in which various familiar attitudes of mind and literary idioms are interwoven" and the fact that this approach has met with "a wide response from a broadly based public."

Waiting for Godot-A Summary

ACT I
Two Tramps Waiting for the Unknown Godot.

"Nothing to be Done"
The scene is a country road. The time is evening. Estragon, sitting on a low mound near a tree, is struggling to take off one of his boots and temporarily gives up his effort, feeling exhausted. He resumes the struggle and fails again. Vladimir appears and Estragon says: "Nothing to be done." Vladimir, hearing the remark, says that he too is coming round to the same opinion. He too, after many efforts, had realised that he had not yet tried everything, and so he resumed the struggle. Then he asks Estragon where he spent the night. Estragon says that he spent the night in a ditch and that he was beaten as usual by the same lot of persons. Vladimir says that, but for him, there is no knowing where Estragon would be; but for Vladimir, Estragon would be nothing more than a little heap of bones at this moment. Vladimir then recalls the time, long long ago, when the two of them used to be presentable persons coming down hand in hand from the top of the Eiffel top o Tower. Now it is too late for them to repair their fortunes. They would not even be allowed now to go up the Tower. Estragon draws Vladimir's attention to latter's open fly and asks him to button it. Vladimir agrees that one should not neglect the little things of life, adding: "Hope deferred maketh the something sick." Vladimir then takes off his hat, peers into it, feels about inside it, shakes it, puts it on again and says: "Nothing to be done. ***"

Mutual Resentment and Affection Between the Two Men

Estragon falls asleep, but Vladimir awakens him. Estragon asks why Vladimir does not let him sleep. Vladimir replies that he was feeling lonely. Estragon says that he had just seen a dream which he would like to tell to Vladimir, but Vladimir says that he would definitely not like to hear Estragon's nightmares. Estragon says that there are times when he thinks that the two of them should part company. Vladimir says that Estragon would hardly be able to look after himself alone. Estragon says that the separation might really prove to be too bad. Estragon then asks if Vladimir knows the story of the Englishman in the brothel. But Vladimir is not interested in this story. Estragon asks if Vladimir is angry with him. He begs Vladimir's forgiveness and places his hand on Vladimir's shoulder. He then wants to embrace Vladimir. Vladimir is stiff at first but he quickly softens. They then embrace, but Estragon shrinks back saying that Vladimir stinks of garlic. Vladimir explains that he takes garlic for the sake of his kidneys.

What is Expected of Godot

Vladimir says that he is curious to know what Godot has to offer to them because then they would know whether to accept the offer or refuse it. Estragon wants to know what exactly Vladimir had asked Godot for. Vladimir asks if Estragon was not present at the time. Estragon says that he was not probably listening to the talk. Vladimir then says that they had not asked Godot for anything very definite. Estragon thinks that what they had said to Godot was a kind of prayer, a vague supplication. Vladimir says that Godot's reply was that he would see and that he would have to think it over. Perhaps Godot wanted to consult his family (says Vladimir), his friends (says Estragon), his agents (says Vladimir), his correspondents (says Estragon), his But books (says Vladimir), his bank account (says Estragon), before taking a decision. To Estragon's question whether they have no rights any more, Vladimir replies that they have got rid of their rights. Estragon asks if they are tied to anything. But Vladimir asks Estragon to become alert because he thinks, from the sounds of shouting, that Godot has come. But there is no Godot. The sound was that of the wind blowing through the reeds.

Waiting for Godot-Critical Approaches

Beckett's View of the Human Condition

The production of Waiting for Godot was regarded by some critics as a great landmark in the history of the English theatre, although others looked at it as one more example of the literary anarchy of the present century Beckett's subsequent plays made this initial conflict of opinion even sharper and more fierce, and indeed his development since Waiting for Godot made that play seem almost traditional in its methods and hopeful in its philosophy One subsequent work, entitled Play, denies his characters the power of movement completely, and consists of one Act which is repeated to form the second Act. It is possible, by piecing together various critical points of view, to see Waiting for Godor as a coherent dramatic statement of Beckett's view of the human condition.

Unconventional Play

The play conveys its message by an extension of the dramatic methods introduced by such dramatists as Strindberg, Chekhov, and Pirandello. There is no narrative sequence; meaning emerges only fitfully from the apparently inconsequential dialogue; apparently pointless remarks take on metaphysical overtones by being repeated in different situations; and the conclusion is inconclusive.

The Universality of the Tramps' State

Two pathetic figures, possibly tramps though even this is not stated, wai beside a tree for a mysterious figure with whom, Vladimir asserts and Estragon believes, they have an appointment. The name of this mysterious figure, who they feel will in some way change their lives for the better, is Godot. They do not know the time or place of this appointment, nor do the know what Godot looks like. Nevertheless Vladimir strongly believes that he has indeed such an appointment, and Estragon has neither the energy nor the intelligence to contradict him, though he occasionally expresses a rather spiteful scepticism which greatly embarrasses Vladimir. While they wait they reminisce, reflect, and argue; their thoughts and words reveal their pas life to be meaningless, to be a matter for mild regret merely. They both try evade this truth and Vladimir, in particular, hopes that Godot is going to ge their lives a purpose and a meaning. Vladimir, disturbed by doubts as the authenticity of the Biblical narrative of the Redemption, maintains hop only by ignoring certain areas of experience. "Don't tell me". he yells wwho Estragon tries to narrate one of his dreams. Dreams, perhaps, represent the innate evil of life which Vladimir must ignore, or at least they are uncontrollable and therefore disturbing. Beckett's great achievement in the play is to suggest the universality of the state represented by Vladimir and Estragon.

03/04/2024

"The Absent Father Effect on Daughters" by Susan E. Schwartz delves into the profound impact that the absence of a father can have on a daughter's development, identity, and emotional well-being. Through a psychological lens, Schwartz explores how this absence—whether physical, emotional, or both—affects daughters and shapes their adult lives.

Here are several key lessons from the book

1. Understanding the Impact of Absence: The book highlights the importance of recognizing the depth and breadth of the impact an absent father can have on a daughter's psyche. This absence can manifest in various aspects of life, including issues with self-esteem, difficulties in forming healthy relationships, and challenges in understanding one's identity.

2. The Role of Recognition and Acknowledgment: A vital step in addressing the effects of an absent father is the acknowledgment of his absence and its impact. Recognizing these effects allows for the beginning of healing and provides a framework for understanding behaviors and emotions that may have been confusing or painful.

3. Navigating the Path to Healing: Schwartz offers insights into the healing process, emphasizing that while the journey is personal and can be challenging, it is also filled with opportunities for growth and self-discovery. Healing may involve therapy, creating supportive relationships, and engaging in self-care practices.

4. The Importance of External Support Systems: The book suggests that building a strong support system is crucial for daughters dealing with the absence of a father. This support can come from other family members, friends, mentors, or professional counselors who can provide understanding, validation, and guidance.

5. Exploring One's Identity Beyond Absence: One of the lessons is the encouragement for daughters to explore and define their identity independently of the father's absence. This exploration can lead to a more robust sense of self and a reclamation of power over one's life narrative.

6. Developing Healthy Relationships: Schwartz discusses the impact of an absent father on a daughter's relationships, particularly in choosing partners and establishing boundaries. The book offers strategies for understanding and breaking patterns that may lead to unhealthy relationship choices.

7. The Power of Narrative: There's a focus on the power of personal narrative and storytelling in healing. By reframing their stories, daughters can find meaning in their experiences and move towards a more empowered and self-aware future.

8. The Role of Forgiveness: The concept of forgiveness, both of oneself and the absent father, is explored as a potential component of healing. Forgiveness is presented not as an obligation but as a choice that can lead to emotional freedom.

9. Empowerment through Understanding: Gaining insight into the ways in which an absent father has influenced one's life can be incredibly empowering. It allows for a reclaiming of control over one's emotional well-being and life decisions.

10. The Continuum of Absence: Schwartz acknowledges that absence can vary in degree and type, affecting daughters in uniquely individual ways. Understanding this spectrum is crucial in addressing and healing from its effects personally and sensitively.

"The Absent Father Effect on Daughters" is a comprehensive guide to understanding and healing from the complex dynamics of growing up without a father's presence. It provides valuable insights and practical advice for those looking to navigate the challenges and find a path toward healing and fulfillment.

Book: https://amzn.to/43ClrMW

27/03/2024

*C͟o͟n͟f͟l͟i͟c͟t͟ M͟a͟n͟a͟g͟e͟m͟e͟n͟t͟ S͟k͟i͟l͟l͟*

A man *milking a cow* was *kicked by the cow* and in *an attempt* to *kick the animal back* in *revenge*, he slipped and *lost the bucket of milk* he already got.

*M͟o͟r͟a͟l͟ l͟e͟s͟s͟o͟n͟s͟:*
● We need to learn that *seeking revenge* could cause *more harm than good.*
● If the man *had left without bothering to kick the cow back,* he would have *gained a bucket of milk.*
● There is *a bucket of milk in our hands*.
It may be *a high position* we have laboured to attain, *a friendship* we have built for years, *marriage, job, health, baby etc, you have been praying for*. Seeking *revenge may lead to loss* of any of these.
● *Just forgive,* let go and *move on* so that greater things will *not be lost*.
● Is it not even ridiculous that the *man tried to kick the cow back* instead of *running with his bucket of milk?*
● Let us *look around us*, there are cows that will kick us by deliberately *hurting us daily or at any given opportunity* when we are trying to achieve our dreams in life.
● They want us to *kick them back* so that *our buckets of milk will be empty.*
We are to *be wise of the devices and ploys* of the enemy of our glorious destiny.
*Just forgive. Let go and move on* so that *greater things will not be lost*.
May the Almighty GOD give you *the wisdom, and understanding to be wiser than the evil ones* and *guide you against loss of any kind*. Be cool, calm and calculated.... *God is control.*🙏🙏
ENJOY YOUR LIFE WITH EASE .💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼

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