There, at that... place, it's busy. There is one colleague, she holds two degrees (recently having been conferred with a master's in business administration, so naturally she does unskilled labour on the bank holiday weekend for minimum wage: this is not Columbia, where she's from. It's Dark Age Britain). She spotted that an order was repeated. A customer had recently called the store asking about an order. I said to the old thug (Captain Bligh is off sailing round the Aegean, looking for breadfruit, en route to Tahiti) that I ought to call the customer, and we should not make the 'dupe' (duplicate order). He said not to worry. This works out well for the slaves, because normally they would be barred from eating any crumbs, so it was the night of the bountiful harvest. Sure enough, the customer had not ordered twice, as the young lady had pointed out. Sure enough, also, it was the very same customer in question that had just called the store. This is what happens when you put the least intelligent in command. If I had my way, the said young lady would be in charge of the store. She works tirelessly, is always calm under pressure, works well, hard, is always eager to help, is always polite and correct. No. In Dark Britain, it is the least capable, the laziest, and the least well educated (and indeed least mature) that are in positions of power. This is not Columbia 2022. It's Dark Age Britain: not a civilised country.
Anyway, I have been working my way through CSS in HTML. It's a pain in the backside. I'd rather chew broken glass. Yet this is the Jubilee weekend, so I had best act quickly if I am to say that this book (my play, Boadicea: Queen of the Iceni) is written in honour of Her Majesty the Queen. It is also, a blessing in disguise.
I have been fondly imagining what wonders there may be in the joys of publishing. First off, I have planned a little work (a trifle, frivolous really). It is entitled "The wonderful and the weird in the ancient world" and it is a collection of all the little pieces I have discovered scattered throughout the ancient world (mainly in ancient texts) that discusses: aliens, vampires, werewolves, lizard men from other planets (?), and even weaponised monks from India that fight with lightning-style weather weapons using modern day warefare tactics. It is all that is unusual or interesting from the ancient world: magic, the wonderful and the weird. I figure that will have a wider audience than writing about staid prose histories or even love poems that have been done to death already. I will not, however, be like any of the conspiracy lot. Aliens should always be the last hypothesis, instead of jumping to conclusions and having one's imagination run away with one: not the basic assumption. It has to be grounded, rational, evidence based, like any proper historian or archaeologist would practise. This is not to say it is not open minded (being a part of the hermetic community means I read things which are way beyond most academics' comprehension), for I do keep an open mind, very. Yet it's like studying history or the law. However intruiging the facts of the matter or case, one must always try one's best to remain grounded in the facts of the matter (even if it is a very lucid and transcendental case study). This, I feel, would make a nice little book. I remember one post I did on social media which discussed the Wandjina 'spirits' in ancient Australia (that look precisely like aliens from outer space) garnered well over a hundred 'likes' whereas discussing work, study or even love, garners no (or very few) 'likes'. Why? Because it is something interesting. People want to believe in something, out there. The only problem is, that an objective, rational and dispassionate study of these phenomena is the only real way to get to the core of the matter. Yes, keep an open mind, but let not yourselves be fooled.
Max.
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