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Have you ever tasted Man?

Just so stories, Rudyard Kipling:-

N the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the mackereel and the pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth--so! Till at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea, and he was a small 'Stute Fish, and he swam a little behind the Whale's right ear, so as to be out of harm's way. Then the Whale stood up on his tail and said, 'I'm hungry.' And the small 'Stute Fish said in a small 'stute voice, 'Noble and generous Cetacean, have you ever tasted Man?'


Have you ever tasted Man?

Neigh ... don't cut him. Don't cut him like chickens ... No need of knife. Actually knives or incisions are just not required. Tasting a man does not require tasting him.

So, have you ever tasted Man?

The Whale in Kipling's story got taste of Man ? Not by engulfing him ! Actually the man effectively Tasted him.

In the realistic world, no will say ayes for this question. Even phrasing this query other way around, will not get much direct support - Have any man tasted you?


How a man Tastes ?

Spicy, sweet, salty, saucy, soothing ...

Or,

... Assuming, Angry, Alluring, Assertive, Annoying.


The bluish night, bluish because black is too dark a word to describe an otherwise seemingly vivid life. The bluish night, where you think that amid the darkness you are able to see yourself. The bluish night, you think you are always there - you sleep, yet you are awake.

In the deep darkness you are perceiving blue circles or rather blue castles, going closer to them they turn black, just for the moment that some blue fumes appear thereby. Its black, its blue. Its blue, its black.

Its nihility. Yet is not the end. For end may be a nihility for the observer but not for the object, as it is end of the object. So nihility is not the end for the object. Nihility is a state.

Chains of handshakes.

Clever chains. Sweet chains. Friendly chains. Brotherly chains. Social chains.

Chains of handshakes.

The stamp that you're "Tasting" others. Others Tasting you. Its not Test. Its Taste. A Test has passiveness, a Taste does not have passiveness.

Have you ever tasted Man?
Have you ever tasted Man out of Nihility?

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