Well the many loose lips of my life story becoming to butt of jokes, a medical marvel, an ethical debate. Is that one learns to read the wind, hell even create wind if needed.
I think after what my parents endured raising me, navigating to survive at the community level with wind around me. After the inital blows to my families vessel on my ninth birthday, my dad disfigured in a work accident. The financial classes of the world stark as a finland day thereonin.
I learnt that the wind is more powerful or necessary say than contribution to the community. As my parents had contributed alot to not just raising me but also those who where my peers.
Thanks for that.
Teaching me the ways of how the global economy stays afloat.
Loose lips do not sink ships they just change the means needed for navigation.
However as humans we shall continue to navigate the humans who travel from port to port and steal. Hitching rides on freights. The waterworld futures and that space over time.
That is another thing mate. What a life means. What quality or quantity of experience one aims for as an individual.
The many evolving spaces to consider while maintaining compassion to our shared condition.
While also factoring in the less palatable aspects of infectious disease management of the past. And what many infectious disease specialists need to contribute to for public health- such as trafficking people.
The dystopian world we live in where poor people can be trafficked to play a role to assist in managing someone as human capital so they can be maximised for profit!
Be milked for a corporate tiers braintrust.
Authenticity in the system.
What happens when it is lost.
When the finance sector controls the dialogue of what is happening in states of conflict to dictate the solutions they want implemented.
Cough.
Switzerland.
Cough cough.
Things have to get worse before they get “better”.
Why is better a monotonous machine?
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