And so it came to happen. I hugged. And I embraced in other and many ways. I saw the appeal and I complied. What’s the problem with compliance? Or appeals? We are obedient folks, we do what we are told to do, as we are told to do. That’s the most safe and convenient way to be, and safety and convenience are important things. Think about that when you have a moment of clarity, when your mind is not cluttered, as it can very often be with the causes and consequences of the clamour all around.
It is another matter, an altogether another one, that I did not get to know of the correction to the order of compliance, that the hugging was not to be done. No hugging, sorry, order withdrawn, keep the slate clean, wipe the order out, no hugging no more. Where was I? I do not know. I often do know these these days. Where was I? Where am I?
Does that happen to you too, or is that only me? Often losing sense of where I am? Not able to recognise what’s around and above and below, not able to make sense of what’s been said or done or even how it’s being said and done, not able to find connections between things as they were and things as they are now. I mean, you know, waking up and being told that we have come from Nothing-Happened. And the person who fathered Nothing-Happened was a good-for-nothing chap and it was good that he was neutralised and the one to neutralise him and be hanged for the act was actually a hero. Do you hear such things? And are you okay with them? Are we in the same place, you think? Think.
So who are we now? What are we? What’s our purpose here? Where is here? Does it happen to you that you wonder and ponder too?
Anyhow. Where were we? We were where I missed the recalling of the command on the cows. That’s where. And I went ahead and did the hug thing. Not a pleasant thing, not with cows, not with humans, not with anyone I would think, this hug business, or hugging business. You get the drift, and infused in the drift the sense of what hugging smells like. Not a pleasant thing. Someone tell me otherwise and I shall happily refer them to the cuckoo’s nest. It’s not even a hug, this hugging, it’s more a plop, or a splatch! and things like hind legs and swinging tails move on from there, leaving the hug behind quite forlorn. I know, because I went ahead and complied as a good naagarik and went hugging.
You too may go now
And you may take a vow
A hug will happen between you and cow
Thereafter wonder who’ll say Wow!