(Low taxation)
It was a perfect afternoon for a hike: the late sunshine inspired general, wise hope that the big target will be reached and the bracing cold reinforced my particular, foolish hope that I could reach my small target. I set out feeling, and no doubt looking, like an emotional pillar of society. Understanding of low taxation, one woman* and at least half of Everything Else must have been oozing out of every pore in me. Local music was playing in my headphones and I walked at a brisk pace as I had some 15 miles ahead of me if I wanted to get to the southernmost crag of Wales**.
I noticed an Asian family, two adults in their late 20s or early 30s and a kid, leaving a riverside house and stepping onto the pavement a short distance in front of me. They looked thoroughly Westernised, but I felt that they still worshipped our God in their way. I was running late, so I sped up and started overtaking them. The innocent girl turned her head and gave me a curious, warm look, as children do. We made eye contact and she was ready to put her trust in me. 'O, Allah!' I sighed, 'Don't let me disappoint her.***'
*if you've followed that post right from its beginning#, you may have noticed how I've narrowed down my understanding from (all) women through at least two to one. I'll develop this later (not in the sense that I'll understand zero women, but I'll try to explain what happened in a coherent, bloggable thought; which I'm so good at, ain't I?).
**which I never did, as you may remember.
***which I had already done some two decades before she was born by killing another young innocent love.
#yeah, this is very likely. With just one person, Philip, formally following the blog, who doesn't read it, by the way (no offence taken, Philip: I did make a rude switch to English at some point without consulting it with you), I can surely assume there will be someone following a post.
