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Grammar rules show polish and pride in yourself. However, if you don't like the rules ignore them. It reflects on you but hurts no one. I think pedantry is just a characteristic of one's character, (neither good nor bad). For example, when I attend a funeral I generally wear my dark suit, my white shirt, my black necktie, black socks, and my shiny black shoes. I simply feel more comfortable that way. My philosophy is that the deceased is dead and dressing up for funerals is nonsense. I feel more comfortable dressing up because I know some mourners care about such matters and I want to show I respect their views. However, I trust I do not have to say that I do not dress up in shiny black if I know for sure the mourners do not even own a black tie or suit and might think I am just showing off. This is my analogy for "proper" grammar. My default is to be correct, and thus to indicate I am a person who makes an effort. It is always a joy to me when I meet someone who uses the phrase "different from" instead of the common "different to", jumps through twisted hoops to avoid splitting an infinitive, or not using a preposition with which to end a sentence. It is like receiving a secret Masonic sign; I know that he or she is one of us. Not superior or inferior you understand, simply just one of us, another person like me / I. To some friends, I will avoid writing "Happy Birthday from Margie and me," because they would have expected "...from Margie and I", which in either case would have been unexpected, because in fact, my wife's name isn't Margie. Yet another analogy for pedantic use of grammar is that I stand up when a lady joins a seated group at a table, or whenever a standing lady addresses me while I am seated. It is utterly unnecessary these days I know, but it is who I am. Again, needless I trust to say, I would not do this if I perceived the lady (better called 'the person') would not understand my prehistoric gymnastics, or if she did would in a perverse kind of way consider them insulting to her s*x. But what a joy it is to receive a gracious smile, a gentle hand on my arm, and a "Please don't get up". Insane behaviour you might think guys, but let us try to ignore it. It is only here that I should think of criticising or mocking the grammatically handicapped! I don't mean it in a big headed or arrogant way, but I do what I think is right; my own decision, having considered others' views and preferences. If you telephone me and ask for me by name I shall enjoy answering. It is he to whom you speak! 😉

When Einstein gave lectures at U.S. universities, the recurring question that students asked him most was:

"Do you believe in God?"

And he always answered:

"I believe in the God of Spinoza."

Baruch de Spinoza was a Dutch philosopher considered one of the great rationalists of 17th century philosophy, along with Descartes.

(Spinoza) : God would say:

Stop praying.

What I want you to do is go out into the world and enjoy your life. I want you to sing, have fun and enjoy everything I've made for you.

Stop going into those dark, cold temples that you built yourself and saying they are my house. My house is in the mountains, in the woods, rivers, lakes, beaches. That's where I live and there I express my love for you.

Stop blaming me for your miserable life; I never told you there was anything wrong with you or that you were a sinner, or that your s*xuality was a bad thing. S*x is a gift I have given you and with which you can express your love, your ecstasy, your joy. So don't blame me for everything they made you believe.

Stop reading alleged sacred scriptures that have nothing to do with me. If you can't read me in a sunrise, in a landscape, in the look of your friends, in your son's eyes... ➤ you will find me in no book!

Stop asking me "will you tell me how to do my job?" Stop being so scared of me. I do not judge you or criticize you, nor get angry, or bothered. I am pure love.

Stop asking for forgiveness, there's nothing to forgive. If I made you... I filled you with passions, limitations, pleasures, feelings, needs, inconsistencies... free will. How can I blame you if you respond to something I put in you? How can I punish you for being the way you are, if I'm the one who made you? Do you think I could create a place to burn all my children who behave badly for the rest of eternity? What kind of god would do that?

Respect your peers and don't do what you don't want for yourself. All I ask is that you pay attention in your life, that alertness is your guide.

My beloved, this life is not a test, not a step on the way, not a rehearsal, nor a prelude to paradise. This life is the only thing here and now and it is all you need.
I have set you absolutely free, no prizes or punishments, no sins or virtues, no one carries a marker, no one keeps a record.

You are absolutely free to create in your life. Heaven or hell.

I can't tell you if there's anything after this life but I can give you a tip. Live as if there is not. As if this is your only chance to enjoy, to love, to exist.

So, if there's nothing after, then you will have enjoyed the opportunity I gave you. And if there is, rest assured that I won't ask if you behaved right or wrong, I'll ask. Did you like it? Did you have fun? What did you enjoy the most? What did you learn?...

Stop believing in me; believing is assuming, guessing, imagining. I don't want you to believe in me, I want you to believe in you. I want you to feel me in you when you kiss your beloved, when you tuck in your little girl, when you caress your dog, when you bathe in the sea.

Stop praising me, what kind of egomaniac God do you think I am?

I'm bored being praised. I'm tired of being thanked. Feeling grateful? Prove it by taking care of yourself, your health, your relationships, the world. Express your joy! That's the way to praise me.

Stop complicating things and repeating as a parakeet what you've been taught about me.

What do you need more miracles for? So many explanations?

The only thing for sure is that you are here, that you are alive, that this world is full of wonders.

- Spinoza

No wonder the English language is so very difficult to learn.
I sometimes wonder how we manage to communicate at all!

We'll begin with a box and the plural is boxes.
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes.

The one fowl is a goose but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may found a lone mouse or a whole set of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of a foot and you show me your feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why should not the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural wouldn't be hose.
And the plural of cat is cats and not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say Mother, we never say Methren,

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis and shim,

So English, I fancy you will all agree,
Is the funniest language you ever did see.

guarantors.we

There is mass exodus of elected leaders from Azimio to Kenya Kwanza since yesterday. Please that's enough. Halafu kesho pia wengine wahame!

Are there differing opinions out there? Hon Mulaimu Mavusyu, Kitui East, 2022.

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Karibu ikyi.