INTERESTING DAZE....LIVING HISTORY

1Hello,

I am ever amazed at what I hear at dog park. Every dog and every human has its story to tell.
Met someone who came from a European country that is still bathed in guilt three generations post Holocaust. THe human stated, that thank God, his grandparents had not been Nazis, None the less, he seemed to carry the legacy of national guilt. His professional work (artisitic) focuses on the need for people to see and feel the personal death that all experience in participation in evil. This pertains, also, to people who participate in recent wars. That these warriors who actually made eye contact with the enemy whom they then killed, never got over the image for the rest of their lives. There will be an interesting photo exhibition in Chicago in mid October about his subject. More info to come. Got into a deep discussion regarding the banality of evil...like Hannah Arent wrote about...she went on to become the president of the U of C. She also, had as her lover, Heidiger (spelling?) a German philosopher who had endorsed the Fueher. While she condemned it on a societal basis, she was quite forgiving of it in her lover. The conundrum of the human psyche.

Dogs and, perhaps, doges, lead unconundrum type existences. Actually, only the dogs do...so the rest of we humans deal with the nature of ambivalence in the human experience. All these thoughts arose from an unexpected conservation on the shady bench on the south side of the park. I once knew someone who would sing the song, " On the sunnyside of the joint", but that was a long, long time ago.

I realized something that is true for dogs and humans...that is that, both are generational. Older dogs hang with older dogs. Older people hang with older people. But, there is a new old. They do not fit the profile of the old old people. It has nothing to do with age and all to do with world view. While we all seem to want to fight for animal rights, we don't so often have awareness of ageism, weight-ism and other less pointed out --isms. Isms ain't it.

Summer is flying by. Several blogs ago, I spoke about a springer spaniel who was not named. The question of naming him after another springer spaniel whom he, essentially, was replacing after the first dog met an unnecessary and tragic end. Anyway, the owner did name him the same name as the deceased springer. It seems to me to be denial and dishonors the memory of the deceased dog,...who was a lovely boy. That's just my opinion, I could be wrong...as they say.

This wandering, free floating, stream of consciousness, actually, all fits together. One thought runs to another and it is all sub conscious. I have heard that famous authors often said their work wrote itself in a stream of conscious state. I feel like that tonight.

Was about to go to dog park Wednesday when a down pour occured, so hopefully, today...another adventure in wonder land.

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That's all she wrote.