How Pooh is Hurt by an Old Adult Wise Person at Night When He Returned from Discovering the Ocean; Or, An Unthoughtful Pain of a Limited English Base

I am on a not so well earned vacation. And as I said before some people work for a living...

Hard crawling farm ladies God bless 'em.

But, I was thinking a bit about my life herein. It all seems so plain, and on the occasion wherein I cross paths with certain of a few foreign teachers their bitterness is disenchanting. A sad lot they are and the Devil has takes his dues from them in tears and regret. I do the things to make it a splash but still it seems a tad bit like a the wanna-be-sleeping-sand-crab that pinched me in the sea Yesterday. Yesterday, I believe in yesterday, but not in foolish hippies like the Beatles. I know, I know Jesu said the name of "Fool" should not be given to anyone. And, I do not hold them or any other man in contempt. But, I fear their rootless hippie seeker world view will damn them- but that's not my call, Providence shall place them in due time. You know I had a few acquaintances call me sanctimonious, which perhaps is a mark of the romantic world view. No doubt the sheep herders would have called The Knight of the Mournful Countenance sanctimonious as well. But when you believe in Universal Law, and the Ultimate demonstration and Arbiter of it, then others who do not seem diluted to you. (I know the contempt thing comes up anon- no no contempt here it is sadness for others illusions and misguided blindness. For, what is sadder than a life misspent because it is based on the denial of Truth and a foundation set in sand). Delusions yes it's unfortunate the world is cursed by its own men. Sometimes I ponder: what if all men and women were innocent, loving, forgiving, and followed the Truth. What a strange world- perhaps that was the communist dream- the dream of Utopia. Although I did not like the no real parent idea put forth in Utopia.

Err anyhow, the whole point is is that ahhh I am disappointed in the the people here. God knows I say bless them all, but to be honest sometimes I do wish they'd leave my island and be replaced by a kind hearted soul, who has not been twisted by sorcery. Yeah Yeah I know that seems way Middle Ages but, lets be honest- my world view is around 11th century... Ha Ha. I do hold to the belief that Drugs are a kind of mind altering sorcery and that those who have committed themselves unto them are oft bound to the Devil like Dr. Faust, and from there bindings they come like the willful Faust to not wish escape from the Demons that played them like pawns and dipped there bodies into flames. But, let me not shortchange the power of the Truth. There is always hope for men as long as they are alive. All men can be radically changed.

Anyhow, those were my reflections on my limited interactions with a few of the misguided but never the less sentient creatures here- God bless 'em all. Now, just so as not to seem condescending and sanctimonious let me add that I myself, knowing the Way, should be more diligent in being formed and improved upon via my own knowledge of the Truth.

Now, I'd like to reflect on yesterday ahhh right. So I went biking. I do ever hate the bus:

"Forever and ever we hates bussins! forever curse the busssens! We curses its forever!"

Ergo, I packed my snorkel, suit, camera, sandals (as I rode in my Carnac click in Shoes) , lock, and faithful orangutan and set out on my road bike to Hyeopjae Beach; so ahh I left outie here and went along the side road up to the Jeju Drivers License place.

Then I made my descent far down down to Road 16. Along 16 I came upon a strange sight- can you guess what they are:

Indeed, "The sleeper must awaken." Under thier newspaper blankets these sweet melons dreamed of being used for the good of a Greater Belly.

And, so it was that Pooh of the Drooling Tongue came upon them. No no- Not a one melon did I so harm as such would be making me a monstrous melon thief.

Not far from the Beach now- see the isle in the distance?

Later, I reached Hyeopjae Beach. I saw a small angel eating ice cream, or perhaps it was a little girl I'm unsure...

I also ran into some Beach patrol officials who directed me to not sit on the paid sitting.

A strange thing about Koreans is their perchant for swimming in their clothes, I guess they do not want to tan. Or, maybe they are very modest. Anyhow here are some happy kids in their chosen "swimwear".

Then of course, I was pinched by a crab- perhaps the highlight of the swim. Unfortunately, I decided not to swim to the nearby island because there were to many speed boats jetting around pulling banana boat riders.

Now let us not forget two very cute children. The mother told them to say "Hello" to me, but as you can see they had greater sea adventures planned...

Fair thee well ocean punks, may the Lord of the Oceans and all above and beneath it let nary an ocean tear touch you.

The ocean of Jeju. Mayhap it'll suffice even for a salt dog who has tasted the mermaids' spit.