What is truth? What are lies?
We know is lies are told to avoid responsability.
Then who is responsible?
What then?
Who suffers? The liar who fears responsiblity for an action or inaction?
The victim who trusts the liar, doesn't know any better, who passes on the lie to someone else in good faith. Victim becomes the victimizer.
Truth. It can be a light or a weapon. When truth is used by a liar to make a lie seem truthful the lie is toxic.
Be true to ourself. Be a honest about what we really know. Be clear about what we really know, or if it is a belief or a notion or even a fantasy.
Like fantasy, memory lives in our mind and is subject to editing by the tender mercies of our level of self-esteem and self-worth.
Like it was written on the door.
Keep It Simple Simple,

Ideas and attitudes are like pack ice.
Frozen slabs of inaction that threaten commerce, endangering the unwary.
The walrus rides the slab. Using it, disgarding it to dive deep in the frigid waters for food.
On the ice the walrus is slow, ungainly and easy prey.
In the water the walrus slides the thermoclines and flys the ocean sea water gliding and swimming with broad elegance and ease.
The walrus is free to move in any direction and advance at it's own speed.
Pack ice; how much does our mind lay on?
When do we leave the ice?
Are we so afraid of freedom we lay crippled on frozen ideas, ideologies and crafted notions?
What makes us fear freedom?

Grumpy and gloomy they walked around.
Grumpy and gloomy with always a frown.
Then came a joke and fun.
Then came happiness and Playing in the sun.
The shadow of gloom was on the run.
Turn that frown upsidedown.
Make that smile stretch for a mile.
See the Sun behind the cloud.
Let yourself laugh out loud.
Nothing better than a happy face.
It will always finish the race.
Laughter is always a winner.

On the reef on the West side of Tinian is the best snorkeling. The Beach is subtle and the "sand" is made of ground coral and shells. The coral is home to fish on this infamous island.
Tinian is about five kilometers south of Saipan. The chain of islands it is part of is the Marianas and more specifically the Northern Mariana Islands. Known as the CMNI or Commonwealth of the Northern Mariana Islands, Tinian is a territory of The USA and US taxpayers send the Territory about 200 million a year.
Tinian is infamous since it was the location of the air base that launched the aircraft that took the lives of Japanese men, women and children through the doorway of life in an atomic horror,
The North field is the defunct military airstrip. Much grown over with scrub jungle this island was populated with 60 thousand people before the war and now is home for 3000 persons of which about 60 percent are the native to the island.
It has been bombed beyond belief and has not really recovered. much of the island still yields unexploded ordninace.
The only source of revenue on the island is a casino that is a stop for Japanese and mainland Chinese tourists. They take a bus to the Bomb pits where the Atomic devices were stored and loaded on the aircraft. They visit the tunnels of the Japanese military defense and they visit the cliff where the Japanese Army allegedly encouraged the pre-invasion civilians to jump into the oceans. The lie was the Americans would torture them. (Another military society lying to it's people.)
Corruption is rampant and the disparity between abject poverty and wealth is undeniably apparent. Since US commodities are shipped to the island without tariff or import tax the islanders are blessed with diabetes, cancer, obesity and alcoholism. Tobacco use is high. But Hansen's Disease is rare these days. Hooh Rah!
Flies and rats rule the island.
Meanwhile the tourists gamble and drink at the casino. The poor walk the streets or try to feed themselves by fishing.
Good luck
The fish are scarce, but beautiful and smart. They watch from the safety of the coral, following movement with radar tracking resolve. They are few but survival oriented.
They are waiting for the madness of this culture to subside and a sane civilization to return.
They wait.
They are shell shocked.
But then, aren't we all?

The legend of Electra.
What more is there to say.
The female legends offer culture a look of rare beauty.
The beauty seems to be one of point and counter point with a wider field of themes and nuance than the male legends.
What is a legend?
How does it work?
Does a legend give us, a culture of female and male perspective or does it confine us to stereotypes of behavior that give comfort in their familiarity?
The legend of Pandora. Female exclusive?
The legend of Prometheus. Male exclusive?
How do legend's behavior influence us?
How do stereotypes of behavior influence our behavior?
When we adopt the stereotypical behavior of a legend something dies in us.
What is it?
What does Electra mourn when we lose ourselves?