Project 313 – Post No. 037

Today (a few days ago, when you read this) was a hot day. Also, hazy. Hazy and with a tinge of sulfur smell in the air. I was concern someone would complain about me until I realized it was due to the Vog from the latest eruption. 

One of the things I strive for is to have minimal impact on other people’s lives. At the very least, to have a negligible negative impact. I mean, just by my existence I have a negative impact on the planet and its population. 

I use resources, produce no goods, and I require an existing infrastructure to support the way I live my life. Of course, I didn’t choose to be born, so I don’t feel all that beholding to the world for my existence. Basically, I am a product of chance. I possess no skill that will leave a significant and lasting impact on the progression of human history nor any ambition driving me to detour it. 

My best hope is to not inadvertently hamper it. Of that, I’m fairly confident insomuch that I have practically (and theoretically) no means to affect the course of any significant event. Of course, there are localized concerns. I suppose some of my actions affect my immediate environment but as I keep my environment mostly devoid of other people, the potential to affect others is also minuscule.  

It’s odd to look back at 65 years of life and realize most of it was spent navigating it so as to leave as small a wake as possible. It wasn’t intentional, of course. Mostly, I took the path of least resistance so as to personally benefit while doing as little harm as possible. 

I think I managed pretty good. I think I’m still doing OK in that regard.

And now, the photo:

Project 313 037

That is one small critter. I don’t think he was more than three or four inches tip to tail. I might have missed him had he not moved. The shot was taken at the Rocky Mountain National Park. Not as good a park as Yellowstone, but passable. 

Anyway, like me, this guy tries to be an unobtrusive and inconspicuous as possible. At barely four inches nose to tail, it’s easier for him than for me. 

As I write this, the royal wedding is a few days away . . . this post will probably go up after the deed will have been done. 

I don’t have a firm opinion about such matters. Were I to be asked, the very idea of royalty is anathema to me. An affront to reason; an affront to what it means to be human. Then again, many people get off on the pageantry and pomp. 

I keep remembering royals are no better people than many I know and likely not as good as many I know. Sometimes, this whole incident of birth thing is a depressing thing to consider. 

Best concentrate on some bright colors I call Deadly Dynamic Dynamo.

Deadly Dynamic Dynamo

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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