maymarket
I like to be considered and kept in mind when I make offers,
Not a disposable wallet for people to use at their will and desire.
Either you accept my offer and wait, telling other clients you are awaiting confirmation
Otherwise we are nothing but objects waiting to be thrown away in the sea, like tesla batteries floating their way into greater garbage patches. We use and take care of our products, clean and repair them if necessary.
Keep in mind it depends on all of us to keep the planet clean. The earth is not some trash can for the next war loving money breathing, stench of a lobbyist.
Last point I'd like to make, even if they seem far away, there's always a chance you're making postmen and women's lives easier and simpler by delivering and using dropboxes or the post office. Home service is for seniors, and they should have family help them.
“What, man! confound it, hands and feet
And head and backside, all are yours!
And what we take while life is sweet,
Is that to be declared not ours?
“Six stallions, say, I can afford,
Is not their strength my property?
I tear along, a sporting lord,
As if their legs belonged to me.”
Goethe: Faust (Mephistopheles)
Shakespeare in Timon of Athens:
“Gold? Yellow, glittering, precious gold?
No, Gods, I am no idle votarist! ...
Thus much of this will make black white, foul fair,
Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.
... Why, this
Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,
Pluck stout men’s pillows from below their heads:
This yellow slave
Will knit and break religions, bless the accursed;
Make the hoar leprosy adored, place thieves
And give them title, knee and approbation
With senators on the bench: This is it
That makes the wappen’d widow wed again;
She, whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores
Would cast the gorge at, this embalms and spices
To the April day again. Come, damned earth,
Thou common whore of mankind, that put’st odds
Among the rout of nations.”
And also later:
“O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce
‘Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler
Of Hymen’s purest bed! thou valiant Mars!
Thou ever young, fresh, loved and delicate wooer
Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow
That lies on Dian’s lap! Thou visible God!
That solder’st close impossibilities,
And makest them kiss! That speak’st with every tongue,
||XLII| To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts!
Think, thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue
Set them into confounding odds, that beasts
May have the world in empire!”
- Šatník
- Hodnotenia