A fruit called, “one day in paradise” – The ultimate cure to men fucking around

I have in my palm a forbidden fruit called “one day in paradise.” It’s an incomparable product, one of unsurpassed wonder, joy and excitement and much more. Only understand this. Once you have tasted this exotic fruit called, “one day in paradise.” The rest of your days will be bland – your food will never be tasty anymore as in paradise the wondrous dishes served are all gastronomical masterpieces that are guaranteed to bring ecstasy to every cell of your taste buds. Neither will your days be fair thereafter, as the weather in paradise is always cool to the skin and never harsh like the days we farmers know it as. But the worst fate that will befall you is that your life will never be beautiful anymore as nothing can possibly compare to the marvelous completion of beauty in paradise and this will mean even the wife you love with all your heart will cease to be beautiful anymore – as after experiencing the temptations of the flesh in paradise all things can only be a poor second best.

Now again please – in my left hand you have this fruit that turns the key to the door that opens up the once in a lifetime experience called, “one day in paradise.” In my right hand, is the life you have always known. A simple and beautiful life that you now think it is. Which one will you choose? The decision is yours?

Darkness 2012

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“To know the value of a thing is not nearly enough to lead an organically powered life. A wise farmer knows the wisdom of working assiduously to preserve the value of things and people he covets and loves – and the only way to do this is to be contented with what he has and make the very best of it. As even if you have a very old tractor, providing you take good care of it, it will still be able to do the things that a tractor is designed to do – with the passing of every year new models will come and go, but since you know this old tractor so well, it is really like the extension of your hand and feet and can even hold itself again the so called best on offer. And farm tools are not so different from a woman – you get used to them and they for their part, get used to your ways – so there is perfect harmony between man and machine – husband and wife – that is because both have struggled to reach a point of complete understanding as what should be the best. And that is really what the definition of the best is, it is not based on faith or religion or some mumbo jumbo, but rather premised on the bedrock of perfect UNDERSTANDING on a thing or person – when there is a perfect balance of Yin and Yang. That which you covet, even if it is old can ONLY be the best today and forever.

From time to time, the farmer will of course come across new versions of the best – but that’s fools gold as there is no end to the best and a man can really chase the best like a dog on heat all day long and still NEVER find it. As he has not really busied himself with the UNDERSTANDING of how to preserve the conception of best in his mind.

This is the reason why the wise farmer only tends to the bush that he considers the best in the world. As even if you say this farmer is just a silly man who doesn’t seem interested to compare his bush with other wondrous bushes out there – at least he knows the wisdom of never chasing other bushes or the mythical bush in the black forest. As the wise farmer know the history of bushes very well – and he knows no good can ever come from a man who is so fascinated and mesmerized by other bushes which may even be better than his last bush – the last group of people who found themselves so enthralled by a bush and even talked to it found themselves wandering the desert for 40 years mumbling to themselves for directions – and very recently when the world listened to another Bush, he took the whole world into a war that we all needed like a hole in our heads and again that Bush like the first one claimed to be the best of the Bushes. So the moral of the story is never talk to other bushes, only talk to your own bush and even if it is not the best, it will be the best, as since you know no other bushes or better ones, you have made your bush the best and most beautiful of them all – and this is how the wise farmer goes about the business of preserving the beauty and mystery in the things he calls his own. While the fool continues to search for the fruit called, “one day in paradise.”

Extracted from the way of the farmer – this highly popular series has been brought to you by the brotherhood press 2012