‘This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
And this little piggy had none
And this little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home’
~
‘This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beef
And this little piggy had none
And this little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home’
~
There is a place. In No Sense.
Reality collapse continues. On the way home after taking pics and video of the piggies I was confronted with the doppelganger of a female Donald Trump pushing a pram, walking towards me. I decided not to look in the pram just in case Pig Baby from Alice in Wonderland would be staring back at me. If you look into the abyss, the abyss stares back.
Anyone remember a comfort zone ?
Metaphysical pondering about the selfish gene.
‘Women and children first.’ Basically it’s there at a very basic level. One man can impregnate many women and ensure survival of the species and as a species it’s more efficient in a crisis to sacrifice the masculine.
It’s a paradox. The man who doesn’t go along with this and saves himself first, then becomes the survivor and it’s the survivor who then gets to impregnate the female.