Siege Diaries 2/18/2021

Today’s Daily Stoic writing prompt: Am I in rigorous training against false impressions?

There is no hidden meaning in a cat who has settled on your lap.  There is no dissembling.  The language is unambiguous. The cat has chosen to be there, perhaps after some period of turning herself about, paws kneading, determining whether to settle. Or perhaps you have placed the cat there, in which case the cat then decides whether she agrees with this or does not.  In any case, no cat sits in your lap that does not wish to be there.  The cat’s agenda will soon be made manifest.  She will nudge your finger to be scratched in the spot of her choice.  Or perhaps she will rest her head on your hand. Perhaps she will doze.  Or perhaps she will just be, until that time she wishes to be elsewhere.  But there is no mind to be read, no intentions to decipher through clues, no ulterior motive to elicit.  A cat on your lap wishes to be there until she does not, and, with the knowledge that until then, you know her mind with certainty,  you may govern yourself accordingly.

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I just watched the landing of the Perseverance lander on Mars.   

This never gets old.

And jokes about Illudium Q36 Explosive Space Modulators are evergreen.
In an interesting coincidence, a friend had this from Babylon 5 posted on his FB memories feed today:

The universe speaks in many languages, but only one voice.

The language is not Narn, or Human, or Centauri, or Gaim or Minbari
It speaks in the language of hope
It speaks in the language of trust
It speaks in the language of strength and the language of compassion
It is the language of the heart and the language of the soul.
But always it is the same voice
It is the voice of our ancestors, speaking through us,
And the voice of our inheritors, waiting to be born
It is the small, still voice that says
We are one
No matter the blood
No matter the skin
No matter the world
No matter the star:
We are one
No matter the pain
No matter the darkness
No matter the loss
No matter the fear
We are one
Here, gathered together in common cause, we agree to recognize this singular truth and this singular rule:
That we must be kind to one another
Because each voice enriches us and ennobles us and each voice lost diminishes us.
We are the voice of the Universe, the soul of creation, the fire
that will light the way to a better future.
We are one.