Larry A. T. and doggy-walk conversations about opposite opinions...

I was reading up on cool thoughts regarding modern times, such as: "Now that cellphones are becoming more and more waterproof, pretty soon it will be okay to push people into pools again." or "Last night my friend asked to use a USB port to charge his cigarette, but I was using it to charge my book. The future is stupid." :D Then I watched the sixth episode of The Good Fight on the subject of free speech (of which I am an absolutist of). The subject of it was that both sides need to disagree awfully and heatedly, ere one side falls asleep. And also that for every attempt to curtail an expression, like a beast of many heads, new options will rise from the imprisoned carcass. Words can only hurt you if they are true. If they are not true, they have less weight than a lost feather in the wind. 

During the doggywalk, Drej and I talked, ironically, on this subject exact - how very different we are, how incredibly seldom we agree and how most of our opinions are exact opposite... But we like to talk every single day about any matter imaginable. If I was an advocate of Flat Earth and Pedophilia and Death sentence (am not, calm down), and she was a religious fanatic, pro-lifer and a dog-obsessed spinster (she's not, calm down), we would STILL talk about all those subjects all the time. That moment, when you're old enough to love someone as an adult, despite disagreeing on politics, ethics and principles, is a fun moment to arrive to. Plenty of people must tolerate me - I am pro hunters, against cosmetic alterations of your body - like shaving and using make-up, a lazy communist and I believe in open marriage (but chose not to exercise it out of respect for G's wishes), I fucking hate kids and my taste in porn is cringeworthy. All my friends know this. It matters very little. We can talk about it, we can certainly disagree on any of the topics and make excellent debates on any of them - like educated, passionate adults who know how to talk without being offended every single fucking time someone doesn't think their conviction is the only one acceptable. (You have morons like that well into their adulthood, but those soon run out of friends are willing to talk to them.) 

Later, talking about art, I was showing her my fav pics by my boy Larry, and found a second favourite all-time painting by the same author... (I avoid knowing all pics by someone same as I avoid reading all books by my beloved authors, as I truly never wish to run out of them.) It's called The Siesta. I've decided it will have a prominent place either in my new house (thank the Gods for my superior forging abilities) or in the novel. Or both. In the novel first :P