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A Horse Perceives Eye Contact As Provocative, As If It And Its Status In The Herd Are Not Being Respected. If It Cannot Avoid Eye Contact, It Will React In A Different Way, By Rebelling For Example. In Dressage You Don't Get Anywhere By Not Showing Respect, However Superior Your Species Might Be. Any Animal Trainer Can Tell You That. In The Mountains In Argentina There's A Wild Horse Which Will Jump Off The Nearest Precipice If Any Human Tries To Ride It.

It Was As If The Demise Of The Owner Had Lent The Flat A Physical Void It Hadn't Had Before. At The Same Time He Had The Feeling That He Wasn't Alone. Harry Believed In The Existence Of The Soul. Not That He Was Particularly Religious As Such, But It Was One Thing Which Always Struck Him When He Saw A Dead Body: The Body Was Bereft Of Something...the Creature Had Gone, The Light Had Gone,there Was Not The Illusory Afterglow That Long-since Burned-out Stars Have. The Body Was Missing Its Soul And It Was The Absence Of The Soul That Made Harry Believe.

In Most Sports, Your Brain And Your Body Will Cooperate... But In Rock Climbing, It Is The Other Way Around. Your Brain Doesn't See The Point In Climbing Upwards. Your Brain Will Tell You To Keep As Low As Possible, To Cling To The Wall And Not Get Any Higher. You Have To Have Your Brain Persuading Your Body To Do The Right Movements.

But Perhaps That's Why We Take Snaps...to Provide False Evidence To Underpin The False Claim That We Were Happy. Because The Thought That We Weren't Happy At Least For Some Time During Our Lives Is Unbearable. Adults Order Children To Smile In The Photos, Involve Them In The Lie, So We Smile, We Feign Happiness.

I Don't Have Any Writing Routine. Sometimes I Go To My Local Coffee Shop And I Write There For Some Hours. Apart From That, I Am Traveling Most Of The Time. I Write In Airports, Trains, Hotel Rooms... I Can Write Anywhere.