Illness

I don't know what the equivalent of a dodgy stomach is for a stick of bamboo, but I think this water's going to need changing...

Truthess

The opening line of Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil is "Supposing truth to be a woman..."

I have heard the blogger debating this idea many times. Could it mean that Truth is a thing of beauty and to be desired? Is it that Truth has to be lovingly coaxed, and that to just grab it hard and fast is to miss its softness and subtlety? Is it that Truth is multiplicity, changing from moment to moment, unable to be pinned down to one constant? Or is it even a thing to be scorned, given that Nietzsche was something of a misogynist?

Or perhaps some women understand a deeper Truth. For example, I overheard the blogger's wife saying, "It's all very well you pontificating about the universe, but someone still has to empty this washing basket!"

2 kinds of a Bamboo

There are 2 kinds of bamboo in this world: those that blog and those that don't.

I wonder if I'm the only one in the former category?

Intoxicated

My apologies for the late post this week but the blogger actually stripped away some of my old leaves and replaced the water in my bottle.

I've been high as a kite since the weekend and completely forgot about posting

More light

It's April. The nights are getting longer. The clocks have gone forward. Winter is retreating.

I WANT TO GROW!

But this stupid bloody bottle the blogger keeps me in is really restrictive.

...

Or perhaps the bottle is just a metaphor for life and I only allow it to restrict me because I perceive it that way. Maybe there is another way of thinking about this.

Hmmm...