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The day began with 4 hour sleep and a breakfast routine of Sunday but the things have been eaten were not in routine. An egg&bacon baguette and croissant with strawberry jam. It was the the first time of this combination. Table was shared with two experienced mourners but that morning they were both sure what to order and had decent blood glucose level. Perhaps they were not even aware of having one of the rare peaceful breakfast of all time; or he was there only physically and his mood helped him out to have this much joy on a Sunday morning. A long day was waiting and he would just ask a decent day and nothing more. It was time to get ready to work.
A bus journey with coffee and music.

Two girls from work started the day earlier than him without even an hour sleep and they just had the benefit of being young to survive the day. The picture reminded him the movie ‘Coffee and Cigarettes’ by Jim Jarmush for no reason that he couldn’t remember his name. Perhaps one of the girls’ personality pushed him to remember that movie because of coffee need, because noone else would be interested in this movie which starts with a scene of Roberto Benigni but he only remembered the scene with Iggy Pop and Tom Waits while he was telling the movie to her to get her attention a little bit. What would Roberto Benigni cause without been remembered? He did not even have a key role in the movie. After the chitchat, an hour later while he was walking down in the venue to check the vibe of the rooms, he heard a very well-known piece which was played by a quartet which has four lovely ladies. He had two known unknown questions on his mind to deal. Who was the director of the movie? Whose piece it was which was played to spoil some people who wanted a posh afternoon tea session? Questions on mind to have a clue to get the names, pictures, links to connect...

A little flashback took him to Life is Beautiful movie all of a sudden, that was the music of the scene where Roberto Benigni focuses on the balcony to make her look at him. The soundtrack was found which surrounded the restaurant on an afternoon tea session. He was happy like a kid to be sure about one of the answers to his questions. It would be a matter of google or imdb search. He found himself playing the song on his mind for at least an hour until he had chance to ask the lady who is the violinist in the quartet. He could either whistle or grizzle the notes which was got scraped on his mind for many years, but it was one of the moments as many others; found himself getting angry with himself with the lack of remembering the names of the owners of the beloved things...
Owners? “Are they the owners?” Asked himself. “Do not I own it too? Are they not just the creators which gave us a chance to find ourselves on those pieces to feel universal; to feel the belonging of something or some ideas?” It would be anything to match himself, his existence... a word, a common curse, a gesture, a moment you realise the person who is pretending...movies, pure samples of humanity on each stage. Reality... Imaginary reality...

He did not hesitate to stop the lady to ask the crucial question. He told her he could only whistle the piece and he couldn’t sleep if he can not remember the composer. It took a few seconds to recognise which piece she played half an hour ago. Offenbach! Yes! It was Offenbach! On the scene of Roberto trying to have her pretty face looking towards him. Roberto who had role in the first scene in Coffee and Cigarettes! She was the reason with her sleepless night in need of a strong coffee! She did not mean to cause all these links, she was just there, in need of sleep on a Sunday afternoon waiting to finish her shift. Nothing more, nothing less. A day with the routine. On the other hand; he could not wait to listen to Offenbach’s Barcarolle! He enjoyed playing the piece over and over again on his mind. He appreciated the peaceful day, thanked to Offenbach. He later found out the age of the song he played on his mind all day long. Born in 1864! The composer was from another century. Or from his century with ideas of all centuries from past and future... Creating a thing and it helps you to go beyond your century. Time is the only witness to all.

ECÖ 2017

#coffeeandcigarettes
#jimjarmush
#robertobenigni
#tomwaits
#iggypop
#offenbach
#barcarolle
#lifeisbeautiful

A HOMELESS MESSAGE : CALLING YOURSELF LORD!?

A HOMELESS MESSAGE : CALLING YOURSELF LORD!

Another day, another journey; thoughtful, a bit of vinegar taste in stomach but he could not call the name of the feeling. A touch of love? A pinch of agony? Spoonful of 2 week marinated tiring days? He could not call what he feels. He wanted to continue what he wrote two months ago. A short summery of 2017 to motivate himself for 2018 and he was motivated and optimistic two months ago. It was free to have expectations from 2018, although any single thing has not changed from 2017,2016 or 2011. Still there was war, as before; and there will be wars in the world, as before. Dark earth where he was born, the land of agonised people, the land of agonised folk songs, barren dark earth. Thinking of people in worse situation could not help him out to make him feel better. Just better than the worse ; or people who have faced the war, were just worse than the worse. He could not call the feeling. 500 humans died in a week in Syria and 150 were children. People below him did not carried him up to the sky like a feather, so light. Unknown feeling is just there, heavy and not moving anywhere. Where ever he goes, it is just there. His life was not any better he thought. 

He took his bus with these thoughts, he wanted to continue what he wrote about 2017 :

“Sum Up

2018 will be yesterday and again we will notice how years are flying. 2017 the year of changes. Around this time last year in 2016, I was on the bottom level, waiting a life to begin again, a spark to burn and shine, waiting to be healed. A day with less hassle; a moment of peace, some sort of power to rise from your ashes. The world is turning around non-stop with all the good and bad things. The surroundings you see, the spot you stand on, feeling tired of seeing the same badness on each island or the same ones from the island of the bads.”

He arrived to another bus stop to change for the second one. Two minutes waiting in a cold London evening. There it was, aproaching as same as the homeless guy. He noticed both while his ears were being filled with music. He pretended he did not hear him but he was already on his sight and he never ignored any homeless person in this country. Nobody ignores any homeless person in this country. 

Middle age, very skinny, a bottle of beer on his hand with clothes which could only warm him in Spring. Even himself would not remember when he had proper food last time. There he was standing next to him, asking if he is alright. He replied “I am not doing alright mate, not alright and have to take this bus now, good luck in life”; and on his left ear the music was still on. 

He had a blue suit and a dark navy blue coat on him with a fancy claret red tie which was matching his scarf and navy blue herringbone cap. The guy knew he was dressed smart and his reply would offend the homeless guy but he truly was not alright. 

As he got on the bus, the homeless guy told him “God bless you, brother!” and extended his hand from the edge of the pavement. The guy shook his hand and replied back “god shall bless you, too; if he existed” he does not really know what encouraged the homeless guy to get on the bus but he understood a long bus journey was waiting him. He walked to the middle row in the lower deck. The homeless guy did not pay for his journey and no-one would expect him to do so. The bus driver just did not bother and moved on. 

He took his seat and the music and holy speech began! He heard his recent favourite song from Megadeth! ‘The Hardest Part of Letting Go... Sealed with a Kiss’ ; he whined for a second for the timing of the song, but it was one of the best songs to be on the background, the soundtrack of this bus scene from a movie with the sum of all his thoughts for many years  which just found a weird body. 

The homeless guy continued with fancy words about him. “You are very smart brother! Very elegant! Inspiring! Yes, brother; yes! You are very smart and inspiring! Are you going to meet your misses?” 

He said he is just going to work but the homeless guy did not believe him and carried on his words about his smart looking.

He thanked the homeless guy and told him “you are just judging my outfit mate, you just see an image, you can not see what’s inside. Unfortunately I am going to work mate and these are my working uniform.”

All the passengers on the bus were watching this piece of play or the bus scene from a movie with curious eyes. All were trying to understand if the homeless guy was just crazy or wise. 

As he said he is going to work and the words are not fitting him inside, the homeless guy began to give a sermon. What ever he said made full of sense on him and he just listened to what he said. He was a sensible nutter in the end he thought and spontaniously a story developed itself during this long felt short journey. 

“Stop bullying him! Stop bullying him! Don’t upset him!” Looking up, pointing his god! “He does not want to be imprisoned! He wants to be free! Stop bullying him! He doesn’t want these clothes!” His voice got louder and louder on each sentence. 

Passengers who were getting on and off, were giving that typical look to both. Trying to see what’s really going on! 

He shook his head and replied “he is not there brother” with little words and body language. He was as well not sure if he is just a crazy sensible guy or a reflection of some holiness. A body with a voice giving sermon in the middle of his crisis. His life, his mood; almost everything were on the surface of the soil all of a sudden and a tear drop may come in a second or a silly smile may appear on his face. He did not know how to react to this slurry of emotions. Bipolar thoughts, beautiful agony or one of the darkest comedy! 

He ignored and carried on shouting on the bus! “It is not funny! He is not happy! Stop bullying him! Take these clothes from him! He doesn’t want them! He is inspiring! Don’t take it from him! He wants to be free! Take him out from his prison! It is not funny! 

Stop bullying him! Calling yourself Lord!?Are you the lord?!” And he looked down and told him “don’t you worry brother! Don’t give up! I prayed for you! He listened to me! Dont worry! It’s all gonna be alright brother!”

He only could say “thanks for your prayer mate, you deserve more than your prayers and hope you will have more than what you wished for me!, thank you for your prayer.” 

He repeated himself over and over again during 10 minute bus journey “dont worry brother, dont be sad. You’ll be alright! I prayed for you. I spoke to him!” 

All passengers were out, before the homeless guy and him. While the bus moving slowly next to Tottenham Court Road, he opened the emergency buttons and jumped out of the bus! He turned to him and said again “ everything is gonna be alright brother! Dont you worry! I prayed for you!” 

He nodded his head and thanked him. He partly remembered getting to Oxford Circus! He found himself thinking if this journey was real or surreal or unreal! He went into a coffee shop to give his ciggy a good company. He ran into two of the customers on his way and he did his best to give a normal impression but inside the earth was shaking! The storms were taking the trees from their roots. He told them he was late to work and went on his way to work. He was thoughtless, literally without any thoughts. His body was walking but all was instinctive. Coffee and ciggy were on his hands but he did not feel them. On each puff, the freezing air filled his lungs but his lungs were not there. His mind wasn’t there. He went into the building, but his mind was still on the bus. He has done his routine preparations, greeted people; and all happened normally, the image was the same as before, sane look; friendly smile, casual questions, casual answers from outside but his mind was not the same!

ECO

24.02.2018

#homeless vs #smart

#megadeth

#thehardestpartoflettinggo

#sealedwithakiss

#london

#westend

#oxfordcircus

#tottenhamcourtroad

#ahomelessmessage

#callingyourselflord

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A PARROT AND HER BOYFRIENDS

   Yes I have attemped to write many times but found mysel in a new geography which I had never experienced before. Cretivity , adaptation , new words to describe the life , myself ,parrots , my own people who keep their stereo-typical mothertounges.
 
   Yes I have attemped to write many times about my new and/or old addictions. When you are in deep depression - or the author likes to say "deep" , to make his dilemmas fancy- you basicly feel insecure everywhere. You try to wake up stronger every morning. You have the battle with your logic and the reality of life. When you mention adaptation , it shows itself repeatitively and no one can make the difference easily between the natural reality and the fake forms of it. Fake ones kept my mind busy for a long time. Perhaps
it appeared long time ago but kept its cocoon secret till few months ago.
 
   This cocoon conquered my mind recently and has been affecting me in daily life harder than before. It is barely easier with my gender. Easy to catch his lies , sincerity but other gender has survived especially by this skill , probably. In the journey we had , to evolve , followed the same patterns. Humanity has made some movements, especially in the last two centuries and carries on. However ; with the great progress , people caused few problems which retard the evolution. Population and education. I told about the golden age of the governments almost a year ago which I can not claim that those were all holy relics and must have been read several times and accepted as a beginning of a brand new religion. I wont be playing the creator or a prophet characters here. In this golden age on each level or class we have lost the balance or correct word shall be ` to change`. The speed , rythym , harmony have been changed or got faster , therefore people like me struggle to understand. We can include the dictionary meaning of happiness indeed. I either forgot the meaning of happiness or the meaning does not fill the blanks. In the end "to struggle" takes it role and motivates me to think the dark side of the moon.
 
   During last year I tried to change my habbits , the news I follow , food I eat , the amount of food , speed of consuming , etc. And most of the time , I have teased myself to believe in the coolest idea of being stronger. Yes , you have freewill and people who used to tell you what to do are in minimum. It was easy when you were a child for endless imagination. Yes , we are good at immitation. This ability made us keep our knowledge fresh and always has found a way to improve itself.
 
   If I want to see as a problem , it is a problem which the following step should be a solution to a problem , is my problem. The places I ve been to, the groups , villages , tribes , cities , countries , ideas made an influence as its nature, however ; I never used any sticker to describe myself except when I was in another journey as a teenager. Nationality should be the most complex one when you try to express yourself  like a world citizen. The mind ; especially mine , surprises me non-stop. The hobbies I like to or used to do , automaticly prepared a label. The image of myself could mean three four things at the same time , either to related or unrelated groups. I told once or several times that "Racism simply starts with choosing a fruit from the shelf". Choosing something , ignoring something make us feel as the idea of god. We satisfy our ego easily. - Plenty of dilemmas which I am dying to write now , are flying on my mind- but , I have to stick on my labels first. As a mediterrenian man and as being a man naturally , I have beard and I like and sometimes love my beard. I will tell you what beard could mean totally different things to imitators who I have to communicate with and breath the same air and eat the same food and gain the same vitamins like them in this small and high populated world.
 
   The beard I used to have , evolved itself in different shapes and length , however it couldnt go further than called itself beard on a wheat coloured skin. The beard I have had , inspired from daily moods of mine and never meant to take a role in any of these funny situations. In same dy in three different places it`s called different words. Not to beard eventually , to me. In the first place I was called a terrorist by the boss image who is coming from a wealthy europan country's village and probably she just atched American - British movies which just show eastern people purely bad. Obviously the movies and Londoners who belong to eastern countries¬ lifestyle could not help her to think of other ideas.
 
   The other observer of this city has seen me and called that I look like a satanist. This one is a bit challenging because satan and satanist words' background has a hilarious story behind. A music kind with wierd costumes , strange kind of make ups , strange kind of lyrics and those bloody black t-shirts would not give a great impression to a less developed country. After making 3-4 days non-stop news on television , just motivates you that rock music is bad and listeners love to sacrifise cars and wear black clothes. I will never forget the news of Iron Maiden concert few years before the milleniom. " The bass guitarist of Iron Maiden took the attention with his "wierd" dance." Definetely my neighbour who runs a mexican restaurant has had billions of resons to call me like that.
 
   The third one is slightly tricky and perhaps developed otself because of her conditions. Two bearded guys run into each other in the queue of the toilet in Victoria Park and one of us had to pass first. Because of London , you choose to be polite in nice parks. You let others pass for instance. But I would not have expected to be called myself teddy bear. Teddy bear is called to bearded homosexual guys in London or maybe everywhere. The only condition she had is I am good looking and she is not. This condition just blurs the situation. Yes , she has seen two guys with beard, therefore she perhaps liked one of us but two guys who are letting each other pass politely , made her offended.
 
   In three different places I was belong to totally different mentalities , however; I was the same guy in each place. I did not do anything special to give any of the impressions.
 
   The world we understand , should be always more than this , at least I have had myself believed.
They understand this way but is this a free will? Who has a free will button to use in circumstances? Am I the one who is stucked in past and in its conditions? Can I just explain it with the education, and according to it , with population? What are the dfferences from Roman Empire time? What is changed?
 
   Another question : Is it related to education system or the journey of evolution we all talk about , is this much slow? True that we inspire eachother , the relationship we have , improves our minds and if there was no weapon for instance , no one would try to improve it.
 
   Could anyone who is reading this , can make the difference betwee a parot or a pet in your house and a human being who you are in a relationship? How do you stop your pet , not to eat more?
 
   I should come back to this article again...

Today is a good day to die or to live?

     I did not get inspired from a movie I have heard recently. After playing computer game Rome : Total War plenty times , it takes a place in your life easily. In the field the general takes his sword out on the horse and shouts to the crowds "Today is a good day to die!!!". And all the chorots start making brutal vocal like a death metal band.

   However my point is not as simple as explaining , understanding or living wars.Yesterday one of the genius ,the most talented pianists ; composer ,intellectual and many other identities beside his music ;has been to court because of insulting a religion. Fazıl SAY.He is one of the worths of this beautiful planet.

   I am especially not concerned or obsessed about one religion. I am concerned about extreme religious people. As many of you know ,religions are here on earth for few purposes. Basicly to tame your inner extreme desires and have a proper , simple life on God's way. Any religion can not be in this world or any holly religion let's say , to make people hate others or any living creatures. It is this much easy to digest the philosophy of religions. Religions have more apothegms in total than any other thinkers',leaders',singers' , artists' apothegms in understanding sense. Constitutively it only leads us to and for good and saves and/or prevents us from bad. Religions have been explained enough in too many different platforms,sociologically, and/or in religious sense. I will not explain more about it.

   http://www.hurriyetdailynews.com/composer-in-court-for-insulting-islam.aspx?pageID=238&nID=32764&NewsCatID=339

   Either you read the link or my article first , the situation is not that simple to pass over for me. This is crudely shame. I can not find any better word to express my feelings. This situation is as deep as human history or as old as big bang. We can give billions of examples like this in history but the deadly question is for me " Why even now?". Now means Cern , means Felix , means 21st Century with all the improvements and developments in some senses. OR shall we ask "why even now althought the century we are in"?

   Not long time ago , just a month ago this world was dealing with religion provocations. Many people who even have not seen the movie or caricature which is about to tease or insult the holly messenger of a religion ,were protesting and in some underdeveloped countries it showed itself with violence. Have we seen a different picture when 9/11 happened? People just wanted to take vengeance on the other religion believers or supporters, because people were all in agony. There must be a responsible of all. Whom should have been judged as guilty in both pictures? Civil believers or members of eastern and western countries? The States are in real golden age , we can not carry even a bottle of water in airplanes and in the near future if something happens because of our stool , they will not hesitate to analyse it before flying. Fears to be able to control people.

   Some people would ask what is the connection between Fazıl SAY and holly religions , western people and eastern people. These are the reflections of maybe 50-60 years politics also by the communication tools developments' help. Yes we communicate easier without willing. While we are communicating , we are usually easily manipulated and provoked also with our prejudices. People are all hurt in both sides , their feelings have been hurt for many years day by day , step by step , although we were too close the world peace after World War II. We could easily raise up a different generation than any other century had. Now those hurt people in both sides can be easily offended. People who are still in trauma , are trying to find a way out. How can a simple mind take revenge? How can a simple mind be relieved? Could they show their anger to rulers? We are talking about people in trauma for umpteen years emotionally , physically. Who can they take the revenge from? A target which is the closest? This case can not be explained as a simple ordinary case. Everyone has responsibility in this case. Can we live with ignoring the other side of the world , until it touches to our lives badly? Ignorance which has a great menu to feed itself , also vengeance , also hatred...

   Believe it or not Turkey is a unique country which have almost all the beauties of this planet ,however not a unique country in political problems , in humanity problems , in free thought problems. Fazıl Say is just a sample to show simple minds justice on their eyes. An easy target to load ,to empty all their hatreds. Because they are believed that except their believes nothing else is right. As same as idea of muslims are potential terrorist in the western countries. We are just believed. Which religion gives you this right? Which belief? Is Today a really good day to die? Would your God prefer you to be ignorant ?

   Fazıl Say , who just wants his country enlightened , who wants to see his people in better conditions ; is facing one of the umpteen shame cases in his country. Just because of a poem of Omar Khayyam who is another genius on my side , who is the craziest person if I think the century of his poems. Many people would hate him easily but he deserves a great respect to his talent and craziness. This case is an enforcement or fear against free thought and noone who is sensible , can pass over it easily.

   P.S : During the article I did not concern about any religion especially , because I have seen many people who have no difference in mind sense , just different in language or culture etc. Radical believes can not belong to one religion. If you are wondering who the hell I am , I am a humble thinker. That is all. No great academic carrier , just observations of this beautiful planet to make it more beautiful. With all respect!
Stay in peace. May the peace be with you , the rest is details. I am not after either Romney Style or Obama Style , I am after new world order. It should not be this much cheap to kill ideas physically or intangibelly!!!

     

Curiosity

    I know day by day, will find a way out to improve and free my mind and learn how to express myself.
I read what I wrote yesterday , it sounds boring enough. I could not find anything except questions in it. Thinking millions of abstract facts and combining them together ,could give you a salad to consume. I know there will be always some spices to give a taste - perhaps only my taste- but it does not look like a delicious salad. While I am reading I think , put whatever I found on my mind. Some of them are common , cliche and answered. This will not make me satisfied. You always can make determinations but as you see opinions which sound right and fill each wholes ; you step forward to change the mistaken parts of your life(I do not know if I can change myself , habbits and more during this venture).

    I have been or felt foreigner ,alien in childhood, in my hometown , in my country and normally in London.
When I think about my roots , I would not imagine myself here in Brick Lane , typing intangible ideas in English.

   A quick story to begin, when I was a kid , our neighbour once warned me not to whistle in closed areas(like apartment buildings ) and added "I would call evil by whistling". My life has begun just with this silly childish question. I asked myself ,just to myself , not to anyone else , "How come?" You are extremely excited about your whistling skill ; an older human who you believe with no doubts, warns and your first spark , confusion comes into your life. And never stopped entering my life , we can call as superstitions , believes , traditions , languages , etc.

   While I was thinking of the name of the title , Einstein showed himself from hell! After being in between "consume no matter how" and "curiosity"!

    I will go back to being an alien in this rich life. When I was at age 5-6 , that old uncle touched into my life with these words : curiosity , evil , invisible things , etc( I have kept whistling and I believe ,as a smoker ; have developed my breathe-control and mostly it relaxes my body). I am sure he was just concerned about the noise but describing the fact could have made me obey to the system , but think about a child who has no idea about evil and I am sure children are more brave than matures. You are free to be crazy and noone can judge your imaginations till a spesific period.
  
   Trying to guess and then understand human behavior is harder than inventing a thing. What makes me say previous sentence. At the end of age 20s , probably because of being physically mature ,you begin giving up discovering your inner feelings and society compels you to concern about more serious expectations. A strong connection of this period or breaking point in your personal time , should be being in less control. You do not have strong parents' control which dismantle your walls however on the contary this freedom or the position that identified like 'freedom' is an illusion. Just because of limits you had before ,are not similar to your new time. The societies' enforcements take you to a different situation. The necessities will be written again. Do we need all these necessities? Does curiosity make us spend our time in material flavours? Do personal manners only should belong to believes , religions? Should everyone consume and obey what the system or society gives? What really makes us think less and consume more? I can expand the questions like in my previous boring article. Another critical question which I believe shall be answered is "ARE WE JUST TRYING NOT TO GET BORED WHILE WE ARE WAITING TO DIE?" , just to avoid the reality or the idea of death. It can be easily answered with one life. In common belief everyone has one life , and the time can not be taken back. Even if we will die , why consuming can not make us happy enough? Do you think you are happy enough?

   In Idiocracy movie which has an interesting subject unless it is a bad comedy movie , in 500 years , people who has lower IQ give more low IQ'ed children and a small group who has high IQ level always concern about their future children and High IQ'ed group decides not to have children in this kind of world. Easy to guess what kind of human things will happen for whom has not seen. There are plenty of movies similar to Idiocracy. The point I am concerned , the great ideas  from 18th to 21st century which shaped our world and we felt like changed the chemistry of the humanity ,have become dreams. With the speed of todays' world , changings are incredibly out of control , and mostly to control our lives. The governments are in their golden age. How can I stand against this enforcement? Feeling odd compare to other social apes. I do not think we have got different rules than other social living things. Until we change the codes of our genes , we will bequeath our wild part. I need to admit that we are as free as we ignore the rules , consciously and/or unconsciously.

   In this long and seeming endless journey comparing to our life span we will keep questioning. Thus we have to discover and invent non-stop , because we are the biggest migrant group of this nature who have thinking skills and are curious and perfectionist.

   Is it ruthless to call people who are just born to consume , obey and die ; are just chickens in city henhouses?

Huntergathererblogger begins

Many of you have asked the same questions in many different languages. Many of you found reasonable answers , many of you have given up after meeting love , religion and/or money which is the biggest invention , or even found all in the same life , constantly , had a business not to think of life.
Questioning the life, so human and in many cases it is definitely innocent. "What are we? Who are we?
Why?". Being extremely curious about past, about future, celebrities life , and searching for curiosity.

I want to think and force myself to find some answers to my lovely unanswered ideas. What do we consume,
who do we consume , why do we consume?

Knowing the history , knowing the feelings , behaving like all the other people do. People are working to be able to consume or trying to be born or be regenerated in a socially secured country. Maslov's Hierarchy of needs will give us satisfying answers and examples , but did he really frame our needs in right place? Has he given us many other questions rather than answering them?

I do not know any other living thing which can imitate , digest the idea in itself , improve better than
human beings. We are born and start imitating. Imitate everything without asking why. Does it make us better learner? One of the fateful image on my mind is the movie '2001 Space Odyssey'. In a primitive group one member who has the first examples of ego , discovers his hands' abilities. Using a thing to be stronger than other groups and/or even members. Now in this world , we still can see the simple samples of these life forms ,who are treated gently and produced just for this civilisation by the government. We are produced to consume. We are 7 bilions of children who are produced to be useful on a purpose , sometimes for five minutes to be used by your boss , sometimes just to make someone jealous , to feel as a member of a civilised or non-civilised group. We ,the human beings are in the biggest farm of the world. City Farms!

Let me explain these City Farms! Mainly include people skilled in different abilities. In some farms you learn what they teach , in some farms you think you learn what your dream is, freely. We are born with all desires and greeds with previous experiences , like our parents' dreams. We start being grown until a certain level
with a limited link with nature. It can be described like city nature. Unfortunatelly we can not decide where to be born. We open our eyes and start 'living' in a wonderland while we are dreaming of neverland. First we learn basic manners(sounds nicer than rules) , how to behave in social places. We learn what is good and bad. We have teachers who really think they love us and first teachers are parents. After you reach a certain level , rulers think parents are not capable enough or trustworthy to shape the member of the civilisation and
you begin to be 'city'lised. You get many choices until you are at age 20s and there will be some other breaking points until you are retired around 60s. You become addicted to City which has all anesthetic and/or anodyne goods. Living and nonliving things surround you and you give meanings , feelings , names to things and you just know one important rule. You have to belong to somewhere , someone and something.
There is a critical question for me now. 'What does nature mean?' Have we got biological differences compare to poor African citizens? Have we got better or bigger stomach?

I know I have not written anything scientific or literary and no answers at all! Was it better few centuries ago? Having absolutelly no idea about other "worlds". Being less. Producing less. Eating less. The argument can be the freedom with actual meaning. Are we free? Are we free to buy? to die...? or to lie?

How do we consider to consume our lives? Should I start with stopping questioning? I am a beginner in blogs. Please show some mercy to yourself.