PinkedIn

Looking at a flock of pigeons pecking at the grains people scatter for them each morning, I noticed that one of them white except for a splatter of black dots on its wings. I wondered, are pigeons racist? Do they differentiate between others of their kind based on colour? Can they even perceive colour and would it make a difference if they could? Did the white bird feel inferior or lonely? Did he feel overwhelmed by the majority of grey? Did hiding his white spots ever cross his mind? Were they ever a cause of shame? They seemed so unanimous in their behaviour. All settling down and pecking on the grains and then lifting up in flight toge

It's amazing how much today's contemporary art is influenced by the cave paintings of the prehistoric man, thousands of years ago. Paintings of that era from the Neolithic age onwards are full of animals which look powerful and life like. They have a strong line and outline and are filled in with either a block colour or are sometimes shaded. The lines are done in strong charcoal that was the leftover burnt stick from the fire and the fill in colour was dull and natural, made of mud and natural pigments. They painted their pictures in the interiors of the cave which were dark and difficult to get into. This suggests that they did not have t

Mother always said, "Aim for the sky and you will reach the tree top." But how can the tree top satisfy me, when I have set my sight on the sky? The tree top is not the destination. It is just a stop on the journey to the sky…on the journey to perfection…on the journey to be the best. Is perfection my destination? Do I stop when I am the best? The sky is perfection…the unreachable, unattainable goal. Being the best is when we have achieved that state of perfection and is not just being better than the rest. But in striving to reach this illusionary aim, in journeying endlessly to touch the unending sky, we walk along the path