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a friendly ordinary human & philosophical nobody. interested in the meaningful, nature of pragmatic virtue & better environments.

environment as architecture (part 6: unwanted violence)

the idea that detrimental environments can contribute towards violent events or situations between human beings is nothing new. although it is argued in a pantheist sense (not religious) that the environment or architecture can potentially consists of elements that can be on a par or akin to adverse behaviour of persons. whilst the environment does not exist consciously in the same way as a sentient human it does possess qualities, form and properties that are viewed as shaping the world around it.

in this context the understanding goes further in describing adverse environments and architecture as not only potentially consisting of workloads or demands but pathogens or prodromals (that which came before), almost as if containing hostile pre-symptoms and that which causes eventual toxicity towards persons. the use of terms such as pathogens and prodromals is purposeful not only in describing what came before adverse events and situations but how the nature of the environment or architecture got to be the way that it is.  by understanding how environment and architecture come in to being is to identify both strength and weakness, which is perhaps the information needed to help us avoid or traverse likely adverse situations and places.

in earnest there may even be a deficit in defining human like aspects towards adverse environments or surroundings, when we could argue behaviour is no different to object properties, form and qualities. this is in no way to demean what it is to be human but to question how factors of violence may go beyond traditional dualistic notions of what is to be considered  importantly human and what is non-human. whilst Taoism can be full of contrasting thoughts, perceptions of dualism, physicalism, ideas and thinking it arguably can also help identify ways of crossing divides to universally understand or hint at new directions to how the world around us might just work better.

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Froggy No Tale: Old Smithy Inn (Coins & Stones)

At the inn Froggy met Moley as he as he knew he would, Small lit lanterns were situated in many of the little round dark wood framed inn windows. The inn stood alone from the other town houses surrounding it and rose four floors high, being round from bottom to top just like a pagoda but twisted and pulled out of shape in every four cardinal directions.

‘Froggy before you ask the coins I gave was enough for you to pay the vendor, as I hoped you would’ spoke and sighed Moley. Froggy somewhat disappointed but not surprised sat next to the drinking Moley and thought to himself he had no intention on paying the vendor money given to him. Froggy would in his mind have to play a few shadowy tricks.

Moley smiled and looked knowingly at Froggy. Moley spoke with warning, ‘what you do next Froggy is up to you and is in mind a task I had set you’. As Froggy bid his leave he picked up a few choice stones and giggled…..

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environment as architecture (part 5: unwanted violence)

in understanding the wider context of influencing environments in terms of architecture, both natural, man-made or shaped and described as person observable in preference to pertaining form and properties will give useful conceptualisation towards causations of violence beyond the individual. in its own right the environment as architecture can both be a positive, negative and seemingly indifferent influence on how human violence might play out. arguably how the individual can also choose to exist in their surroundings or with existing architecture will inherently shape how persons interact with each other.

however existing long enough within the wrong environment(s) will likely negatively effect how individuals interact with each other and so where able to yet not to significantly improve the surrounding architecture would become baffling. through this understanding the importance of the individual becomes essentially associated with the equal importance of being peacefully harmonious with environments defined as beneficial. relevantly Items of architecture (pertaining form and property) might by incident have prescribed manmade workloads/demands and use, which is either positive, negative, distractive or indifferent to the person involved with them..

a workload/demand is simply one example of an items property, which can by its task frustrate or alleviate and even weaponise (by its form) an action considered to prevent, minimise or promote violence. an example of an item’s workload (or task associated with use) are extensive written commands typed on sizable documents – arguably the priority associated with the words may distract, tire and frustrate. in some sense a relevant factor contributing towards violence could also in part be a byproduct of an item of architecture or the environment as architecture.

the – in-between – quiet – spaces -haiku –

little morning chimes, ‘are so beautiful to me’. dark curtains open.

ambient noise and bird twitter,both inside and out. a hum drum day with quiet views.

blossom glide silent, gentle scented breeze caress. sky grey shapes travel.

i keep in dry space, freedom quiet peace places. gentle water comes

birds chirp not ticked time.- listen close in the spaces, spring breeze felt not passed.

the grey place awake, armour between in from out. in wood spaces rest.

dark tick of cold days, clouds hover, water moving. silent eve, warm light.

huff puff huff puff snow, slowly falls watching it so. sun water drop goes.

wind; drink tea silent, kindness an imperative. still; all comes to pass.

make a brew of tea, you didn’t take the honey. cough, sneeze, a-haik-oo!

humpty dumpty sat, on a wall he did fall off.  it was eggs-plosive.

you looking at me, hello, this and that, goodbye. toodle-loo see you.

these are none moments, i sit writing silly thoughts. memorable wall words.

green hedge rows, road slows each way flows, nobody knows. blue sky, clouds billow.

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Froggy no Tail: vendors & lenders

Froggy optimistically wandered across the market square and pondered a while at each vendor as he past. Oranges, apples, twine and trinkets were all on display. A vendor spied Froggy and called across invitingly.

‘Hello young man, can I ask you for a little of your help?’ the vendor enquired. Froggy responded happily, ‘ what can I do for you?’. The vendor’s eyes twinkled almost as if the glinting of a sun rising once more.

The vendor explained he wanted Froggy to visit the Old Smithy Inn and speak to a certain Mr Snout in regard to the borrowing of a small amount of coin, and in return he would pay Froggy a worthy coin for his trouble. The vendor asked no more and no less, with Froggy considering it to be a simple task. Froggy agreed and without further hesitation made his way off to the inn.

Froggy no Tail Chapter 2 (tao inspired)

As Froggy sat next to the cart driver he noticed there was something different about him. On closer inspection the cart driver was wearing a small round pair of dark spectacles and his hands holding the donkey’s reign were more akin to claws. ‘Moley is that you?’ enquired Froggy.

Moley stared back and chuckled a little as he spoke, ‘indeed, indeed’. ‘It is an odd thing Froggy as we enter the human world our forms change to fit and become more in keeping with it’ Moley answered in anticipation of any question to come. Froggy reflected on Moley’s words and thoughtfully worded out loud ‘the world’s eye looks on and when viewed or influenced through the dominant mind of man selects it most pleasing material form, although the truth of it remains the same’.

As they rode New Town slowly came into view, with its small wood timber houses, delicate tiled roofs and many snug tight streets. Some buildings were a little larger although mainly in the centre of the town and looked grander in stone work. The stone work from such a far distance (still an hour’s donkey ride) looked to be well structured, full of delicate crafted swirls and sudden jutting out precipices.

They rode slowly and gently into the hustle and bustle of New Town market square. The vendors busily tended their wares with little time to gaze upon yet another cart. Moley smiled kindly at Froggy ‘this is where you get off and explore a little’.

Froggy hopped of the cart and bowed politely. Moley threw a couple of coins to Froggy and he caught them with ease. As Moley bid his leave he slanted his head sideways towards Froggy and called out ‘when you’re ready I will be by the Old Smithy Inn’.

Froggy took one brave foot forward and then another, if one was to observe closer it was almost as if he had slightly slipped on a playful shadow. The sun began to dip below the tall stone buildings and although not quite a sunset the shadows of the buildings casted longer against the grey pebbled ground. Froggy thought to himself which way to go and so simply carried on forwards till he made up his mind.

As maybe said if you adamantly continue to walk in a straight line forwards and long enough you will meet someone doing just the same thing.  As Froggy went on his way a shrill cracked little voice come from his left, ‘coming through, make way, coming through’.  Quickly peering toward the sound of the voice he saw a small hunchbacked lady cloaked almost completely accept for her crinkled face with its snoat like nose and tiny twinkling eyes.

Froggy knew what he thought he saw but something was making his sight as clear as mud. ‘Good day’ Froggy retorted kindly whilst dodging quickly out of her oncoming pace.  Froggy’s left shadow couldn’t resist and stuck a long shadow of a leg out towards her, like some limbo contest nobody had knowingly entered.  But the oddest thing occurred and the lady simply leaned heavily back, went under the leg and flipped back up again.

Left shadow yelled out ‘I knew it, she isn’t normal, not least in the human sense’.  Froggy’s middle and right shadow began to giggle for they knew left shadow didn’t know this until left shadow acted to see what would happen.  All at once Froggy’s sight came into focus and he spoke to her quite frankly ‘what manner of sprite are you?’.

The not so lady stopped in her tracks and took a long hard look at Froggy and spoke once more, ‘look here Frog face and listen well’. ‘I survive well in the human world’ she continued to state.  Throughout this moment nobody in the everyday world had noticed the unusual event of an over playful shadow and a contortioned sprite.

‘And…?’ said Froggy in rapid response. ‘And bide well by what I say, people in general don’t see what you wish they could see and our kind get by on the most part by understanding this’ said the snouty, twinkle eyed crinkled sprite.  Froggy’s Middle shadow whispered from the back of him, ‘she mostly likely has a point but that doesn’t  mean we cant use it to a strictly right intent to advantage’.

The spikey cloak backed not so lady laughed and responded further ‘ I heard that naughty shadow and by this heed know your friend Moley learnt his lesson well’. ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you Frog sprite’ she said whilst wagging a claw like finger at him.  Froggy’s right shadow now spoke ‘that hedgehog is right Froggy, lets keep it respectful here’.

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Froggy no Tail: new town square

They rode slowly and gently into the hustle and bustle of New Town market square. The vendors busily tended their wares with little time to gaze upon yet another cart. Moley smiled kindly at Froggy ‘this is where you get off and explore a little’.

Froggy hopped of the cart and bowed politely. Moley threw a couple of coins to Froggy and he caught them with ease. As Moley bid his leave he slanted his head sideways towards Froggy and called out ‘when you’re ready I will be by the Old Smithy Inn’.

Froggy took one brave foot forward and then another, if one was to observe closer it was almost as if he had slightly slipped on a playful shadow. The sun began to dip below the tall stone buildings and although not quite a sunset the shadows of the buildings casted longer against the grey pebbled ground. Froggy thought to himself which way to go and so simply carried on forwards till he made up his mind.

brown frog surrounded by green floating pants on water

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Froggy no Tail: moley

As Froggy sat next to the cart driver he noticed there was something different about him. On closer inspection the cart driver was wearing a small round pair of dark spectacles and his hands holding the donkey’s reign were more akin to claws. ‘Moley is that you?’ enquired Froggy.

Moley stared back and chuckled a little as he spoke, ‘indeed, indeed’. ‘It is an odd thing Froggy as we enter the human world our forms change to fit and become more in keeping with it’ Moley answered in anticipation of any question to come. Froggy reflected on Moley’s words and thoughtfully worded out loud ‘the world’s eye looks on and when viewed or influenced through the dominant mind of man selects it most pleasing material form, although the truth of it remains the same’.

As they rode New Town slowly came into view, with its small wood timber houses, delicate tiled roofs and many snug tight streets. Some buildings were a little larger although mainly in the centre of the town and looked grander in stone work.  The stone work from such a far distance (still an hour’s donkey ride) looked to be well structured, full of delicate crafted swirls and sudden jutting out precipices.

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Froggy no Tail Chapter 1 (tao inspired)

Caves are caves in so much as dark, dank holes in the ground but this one has a pond, a tiny forever lit lantern and a sprite like frog. Here in lives Froggy no Tail, naughty Froggy no Tail, naughty, nifty Froggy no Tail, naughty, nifty, neat-handed Froggy no Tail. …And Froggy one day was curious – curious to what lay beyond the creaky, cracky and clay caved walls.

There were many a day he went on his way to see Moley Squeeky Nose and the many reappearing magic worms, but today was not that day. Today Froggy wanted to take a good look at the big lantern the one that lay just out of reach of the cave. Lanterns in the caves were tiny but lit the hidey shadows more than anything else – hidey shadows were humorous as they would often copy Froggy just out of synch or do the exact opposite movement.

The problem with hidey shadows is that they would tell terrible jokes to each other when not wanted as is the case with shadows cast by froggy sprites. But hidey shadows could be humourous, witty and often eventually helpful in difficult predicaments. When Froggy got lost they would show the way, when Froggy was sad they would make him laugh and when he needed ideas after some calamitous time they would eventually be great!

As Froggy went about his way the cave clay cracked walls did creak and did so becoming both louder and creakier, almost as if in protest of Froggy’s intent. ‘they know’ spoke Froggy’s left shadow. ‘know what?’ answered Froggy’s front forwards shadow.

Froggy pondered and wondered whether the wall knew he hadn’t washed for a good decade (a mere moment in frog sprite terms). He turned to the nearest wall and knocked on it thrice, whilst speaking the words ‘excuse me, pardon’. The creaky wall answered ‘we know you haven’t washed in ten years, but that’s nose surprise given the stink – what we want to know is where are you going in such a hurry?’.

Froggy peered a little closer and a litter more astutely to see a lot of slender long shapes writhing, wriggling and slowly wrenching free from the wall. Froggy spoke to the wriggles most delicately ‘good day worms – I have been thinking…..’ Both worms and Froggy’s three silly shadows answered most excitedly ‘yes, yes, yes tell us!’

Froggy’s words reverberated around the cave, ‘I have taken to walking and as such I mean to see beyond these walls’. The three shadows and the worms pondered on this, then in a startle parted way from a great sudden burst of sparkling light stopping and hovering just in front of Froggy. All of the little lantern lights in the caverns beyond them were no longer lit…..

The sparkling light gently began to move in a direction beyond the green and curious sprite. Up and up the little light went and so did Froggy. The air around him became warmer and a breeze flowed through the cave until another but more encompassing light began to illuminate the cavernous spaces around him.

Eventually the other light became so bright it was too much for his orb like eyes to take in. The shadows and the worms were no longer to be seen. Froggy was use to the noise of chirping bats but what he could now hear was a different but much gentler sound of chirping.

The little blue birds played, swooping low across the ground and then high as a kite. The world looked very different from outside the cave. Froggy was not so small outside although very small in comparison to the world.

Froggy looked down at himself and was surprised to find he had five digits on each of his two not so green arms. He also happened to be standing up straight, in fact he turned distinctly human although at least seven foot tall. On top of his human head he housed long dark hair and his face was somewhat rough bearded.

Some way down the slope from the cavern Froggy spied an old winding half cobbled track. From the track looking curiously up at Froggy was a seated cart driver being pulled along by a scraggy brown donkey. The car driver waved welcomingly and shouted up at Froggy ‘hello there I’m on my way to New Town would you care to join me?’.

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Froggy no Tail: at the cave entrance

The little blue birds played, swooping low across the ground and then high as a kite. The world looked very different from outside the cave. Froggy was not so small outside although very small in comparison to the world.

Froggy looked down at himself and was surprised to find he had five digits on each of his two not so green arms.  He also happened to be standing up straight, in fact he turned distinctly human although at least seven foot tall.  On top of his human head he housed long dark hair and his face was somewhat rough bearded.

Some way down the slope from the cavern Froggy spied an old winding half cobbled track.  From the track looking curiously up at Froggy was a seated cart driver being pulled along by a scraggy brown donkey.  The car driver waved welcomingly and shouted up at Froggy ‘hello there I’m on my way to New Town would you care to join me?’.

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