The ability to invent is limited only by the boundaries of imagination.
The ability to invent is limited only by the boundaries of imagination.
Yep that’s me
Looking for angles
That others can’t see.
Straight lines are boring
They’ll just trip you up
I’m liking the curves
That’s my kinda cup.
At the end I am thinking
But the story has a finish
You’ll miss if you’re blinking.
I play with the words
My sandbox of choice
I’ve something to say
And they are my voice.
Thank you for reading
This foray of sorts
It had to be said
Cuz, I’m not into sports!
A smile truly is contagious, pass it on!
Give an idea wings and its flight will know no boundaries.
The DNA’s done
It really was fun.
The creatures are finished
They’re all in their places
From the workings inside
To the look on their faces.
Now we sit back
And see what we’ve made
And hope we’ve been right
And then wait to get paid.
The work that we do
It’s done on the run
Creators for hire
Our job here is done.
Now on to the next world
In galaxies far
I think it is close
At the very next star.
a system or organization in which people or groups are ranked one above the other according to status or authority.
an association of persons united voluntarily to meet their common economic, social and cultural needs and aspirations
Recently I was introduced to the question of how a society is formed. Mostly it is done through a ‘Hierarchy Model’: A boss and a trickle down line of subordinates. Is this the best model for a society? The opposite of such a model is a ‘Co-operative Structure’: everyone works together for the common good. There is no leader and no command structure. Sounds idyllic!
Is one better than other? Yes and no. I do love a little controversy!
We are born into a hierarchical construct. We are naked and hungry. Everyone has a job to do to ensure our well-being. There are many scenarios of this: one mom, one dad, one mom and dad, two moms, two dads or those who fulfill the needs of a parent. We must be taught not jump off a cliff, how to comport ourselves in society and how to appreciate authority. As an adult we can then choose our way of life.
It is similar in the animal world. The young need to be educated in order to survive. What is safe to eat and what will eat you. There is also a very ridged chain of authority: Alpha, Beta, etc.
Other animals are born into a community when everyone helps to raise the young but there still is an Alpha, one leader and don’t you forget it!
Still others are left alone to survive on instinct. There are usually hundreds if not thousand born as the mortality rate is quite high.
So we have a dilemma. Is the rigidity of the Hierarchy best for society or does the fluidity of the Co-operative make more sense? The short answer is yes.
If I am a passenger in a plane 45 thousand feet in the air I want to believe that the people that made the plane, maintain it and are flying it, believe in a Hierarchy. I do not want a trained mechanic taking his turn at flying!
On the other hand I am fine with everyone on a farm pitching in where ever it is needed. Co-operation is welcome.
Sometimes a ridged structure needs to bend a little or it will break in a high wind. And sometimes that loose co-operative needs a little direction to keep it viable. Circumstances change and a vital society will adapt and grow. Just like people.
We do not live in isolation. Whether or not we want to admit it, we need each other. Only together can we make a lasting difference.
When I was four I wanted to be a ballerina. My parents had a beautiful mirror that depicted two ballet dancers in mid pose. The male was supporting the female who was standing ‘en point’ with one leg out of sight behind her. They were in relief in the middle of this large ornate, silver mirror. I was memorized by the hidden leg.
When I was nine I wanted to be a veterinarian. I loved animals and I wanted to help them, care for them. But there is another side to the job that is necessary and it involves pain and death. Nope.
Airline Pilot: nice uniform, nasty passengers Professional Dancer: two left feet
Then I walked the boards of a school Christmas play. I had one line: “Pearls of great price to him we adorn, is the worship of each lowly one.” I wore my Mother’s terry cloth bathrobe and a towel over my head. I was hooked. I was also 11 years old.
Scoot forward several years. In High School I was in several plays that won awards. I got to perform on a professional stage, with the High School, several times. I enrolled in a University with a well-respected theatre department. And I continued to shine. Learning lines was easy, blocking (movements on stage) was almost instinctive. This was my element. This was also within a controlled environment. Graduation is one hell of a wake up call.
I went on auditions and got several jobs. Walk on and bit parts. I was there to react to the ‘real’ actors. I did meet a very few: Martin Short, John Candy. Most of the time was spent far away from the principles and waiting and waiting and waiting and . . . You get the picture.
I was never good at selling myself – problem one. I did not meet the criteria for the current fashionable young female actor: blond, pert, skinny and um, not bright. I was a real red-head, not skinny and intelligent (although I learn to play dumb quite well).
But a girl’s got to eat and I craved independence. I got a real job. And then I discovered I had Multiple Sclerosis. Perspectives change.
There was an adjustment period to my new reality but also new beginnings. My Mother told me I was in charge and the choice was mine: give in and spend a life wallowing in my self-pity or live. Find a life or make one. And I did!
I am not where I thought I wanted to be. I’m somewhere better.
If being right is all that is important then you are very, very wrong.
The most difficult barrier we have today is ignorance and the arrogance that denies it.
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