No fig leaf large enough ...

Sunday, 12th February, taken from a starting point with an imaginary date of birth, it’s the year 2017. There were times that appointments were made without hours, day or dates. The rhythm of life was determined by the sunlight, the water level, intuition, the behavior of animals, temperature and all those other phenomena of nature. In the current design of a society full of digital clocks, calendars, deadlines, working days, weekends, religious and commercial devised days it's a Sunday. For the “black stockings” community that means a day of prayer for the healing of homosexuals and not vaccinated children, the ban on working acts as like driving a car, spend money and, although the apples might rot on the tree, harvesting because that is a Sin on the day of the Lord, just as is the repairing the heater in the Church, which of course may be repaired by a atheist service technician. In the end, coming home from a cold Church is as something like coming home from a wet outside fair, lots of bells and whistles but no fun. For the average supermarket employee in Portugal, Sunday just a day of underpaid labour, for football hooligans just a showdown moment and while a few politicians are sleeping of their ruffle after a late of the après-ski, a nurse in a care home changes the diapers of demented elderly. The only reason, the so-called principled, Sunday celebrations believers don’t have to take their hands from their sleeves on religious days is because others make sure the world is running smoothly. Not that non-believers are higher up on the ladder of compassion because in the absence of faith-related days and the need to also to experience moments of connectedness, commerce eagerly stepped in that lucrative black hole of missing Holiness. While a twelve-year-old boy in Bangladesh is cutting hearts from flattened tin cans, his colleague is soldering them to a stalk and a few other minor factory workers are painting, in a language they don’t understand, "you are my Valentine" on the hearts, some Republican College students, distribute Valentines cards with the inscription "my love for your burns just as hard as 6000 Jews". According to the leadership of the Central Michigan University it wasn’t meant to get publicity but was only for use within the group. Well of course, it's not so bad to spread a card with the portrait of Hitler as long as it stays within their own community, it only reflects the current moral in Pig-Paradise. It's Sunday so the sawdust maker will soon be visiting friends to the pick up the remnants of a fig tree, the wood will tell whether it wants to become something beautiful or just would like to be part of the hell fire in the stove. He won’t take the leaves because no fig leaf, how big it might be, would be useful in a world full of shameless events ...