nemolit

It’s that dreaded day of the week. The day we all loath, but struggle through anyway. Why? there’s just 52 of them in a year, yet they are the least enjoyable of them all. Why did we create this day? Yes. We created this day. Can it be that some cosmic intelligence is laughing at the deplorable state of intelligence on this planet, that the self declared pinnacle of existence created ‘Monday’! No other animal needs to mark time. It merely needs to know when the food is plentiful, to stuff itself full and when it’s not how to forage for what is available. Dogs don’t go barking mad on Fridays ‘cause it’s the weekend baby. They just go barking mad if you are out of site for more than a few minutes. They act as if they haven’t seen you in years when you arrive home from work,… or maybe it’s because the food bowl is empty? Whatever their reason, you don’t see them fretting about Monday. My sisters toy dog - yes there are such a thing - merely stretches himself out leisurely and watches from...

There are as many explanations for Monday as their are stars in the sky. Stars in the sky, care about as much about as Monday, as Monday cares about them. That is probably why Nature herself doesn’t put special meaning on a Monday. It comes on it’s own. It leaves on it’s own. Just another day in the millions that have come and the millions that are yet to come. Man in it’s infinite wisdom has put meaning to the day, but this meaning is also not the same around the blue rock on which we crawl. In the western hemisphere the day follows two days of freedom. Where man and woman could do as they please. Rocks, plants, trees and animals live their lives, never bothering with the significance of one day over another. Seasons they know. Knowing when to bound with joy as the bright lights, smells and sounds grows numerous; the new plants for the coming season. Lazing in the sun drenched summer months and stuffing their gullets with the bounty of a season of plenty. Never thinking on the day of ...