China & Thailand

People and things I miss so quickly.




China:



All the people dancing at sunrise in the parks, and dancing so well. Chinese dances, fox trots, waltz, the Pride of Erin , the music piped into megaphones. Millions dancing every day in the rising sun.



The people dancing in the city squares at night in the spring summer and autumn, old with young.



The people singing at home or in karaoke clubs, and so many with excellent voices. Maybe it’s the tonalities in the language that enable so many people to sing well.



The sarcasm and stark humour of the Han and Manchurian people, so sharp and fast.



The fact that everything matters except religion and tolerance.



The real human collective



That there is no God or King



Thailand:



That the King is God, the King of all Kings; the Avatar of the Almighty and of all that is good on earth.



The fact that nothing matters much except beauty, religion, sex, tolerance, and the King.



The beauty and youth of the 65 million people; you dont see so many people at all over 30 in the giant city of Bangkok.



The Physical Grace of men and women and the very real third sex.



The way the women say ‘kaaaaaaa’ so softly at the end of every sentence.



The living entity of Bangkok City, the Great Mandala made of people in love with their God who are tolerant of all who dont believe because it simply means there is more God just for them.









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