I have noticed this before. There are things about human society which baffle the others on the planet. That is the best they can do. Straight lines do them in, at least some of them, as in the story of the chicken who is hypnotized when aligned with a straight line drawn away from it, beak down. Wiki says: The first known written reference for this method came in 1646, in Mirabile Experimentum de Imaginatione Gallinae by Athanasius Kircher in Rome.
Domestic cats consider inside and outside the house all the same territory for them and much prefer doors to remain open. I have been sure at times that a cat who lived with me would want to "go out" some of the time just to know they could. Cats no doubt hate having to rely on two footed clods to get what they want.
The small birds don't want to come in the house but it is obvious that they cannot see the glass in the windows. I believe that is not so much a matter of the eye as it is the brain. Bird brains tell birds there are no such things as closed transparent openings. If it's transparent, it's open. That's what a bird's brain says.
He came and asked me
what's with the glass? He sometimes
forgets it's there. It's
against nature, he
says adamant and angry, but then
he admits we are
better off inside
where we do so much less harm
than we otherwise
March 30, 2009 12:36 PM
First Post, February 8, 2010
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.