I have a favorite cup, a delicate porcelain vessel adorned with swirling blue patterns, that I use every day. As I cradle it in my hands, the warmth of my morning coffee seeps through its thin walls, and the familiar aroma envelops me in comfort. One day, I will drop it, and it will shatter into a thousand pieces. This is the inevitable fate of any beloved cup, but the thought of it breaking fills me with dread.

I know that when it finally breaks, I will not only mourn the loss of a cup but the moments it held—quiet breakfasts, late-night conversations, and the simple pleasure of a hot beverage on a chilly day. I will curse myself for not being more careful, feeling the weight of my carelessness as I gather the shards.

But what if I accept now that the cup is already broken? If I embrace its fragility, then every moment spent with it becomes a treasure. Each time I lift it to my lips, I savor not just the taste of my drink but the fleeting beauty of the present. This mindset transforms my relationship with the cup, allowing me to appreciate its presence without the shadow of inevitable loss hanging over me.

In accepting the cup's eventual demise, I learn to cherish the delicate balance of joy and sorrow, realizing that true appreciation lies in recognizing the beauty of impermanence.

"I have no fear of losing my life - if I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it." Steve Irwin.


It is really very important while you are young to live in an environment in which there is no fear. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death.

So, like, Nietzsche talked about, about power. And really thats what all of this stuff is about, right? It’s power. If you’re the monkey with the most bananas, and i mean this is a real example here, some uh, i think its bonobos, im not sure though, but if you’re the monkey and you’ve got all the bananas, thats power, man. But say someone comes along and smashes all your bananas, and i mean really smashes them up, like man you’re not getting those bananas up, its a total mushy mess. Well where’d your power go? And i mean, i mean thats the REALLY COOL part of this, is its like, if you had a blender, you coulda made a smoothie. Hell, you coulda made a banana split if that other monkey didn’t smash them up, but monkeys cant invent that kinda stuff. And this is remarkably similar to a biblical archetype, the mark of cain, now lets say, you know, there’s a monkey from a Nintendo game called uh, called Lanky Kong, and i mean he can stretch his arms really far. Thats the real chaos there, man, i mean the reach, to grasp knowledge, logos as the greeks said, i mean you’d better be able to wrap your head around that man, because thats the root of responsibility.
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Boris Johnson exalts in rodomontade locution. His peripatetic discourse goes from ancient Rome to Chaucarian England to Public Schoolerisms: his lexicon is quite the traveller.

لو كنت من مازن لم تستبح إبلي ----- بنو اللقيطة من ذهل بن شيبانا

إذا لقام بنصري معشر خشن ----- عند الحفيظة إن ذو لوثة لانا