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  • Nature’s supreme goddess is often criticized by other goddesses for her extravagant consumption of clothing, shoes and jewelry. Maybe it is, basically, because she has far more resources available than they have, and it may, in all walks of life, get a second to look crooked. Mind you, not the bold, provocative and inspiring way, but maybe a little scowling and slightly burning.

    As nature’s supreme goddess, one need to have a big budget. Just think of the four seasons. They are easy to spot, but they are not filling the oval palette alone, that square it’s not. There are countless shades between as well as within.

    Selects she example an orange scarf, a brown skirt a yellow, gold and rusty patterned, blouse and maybe a red belt and shoes and jewelry to match this, autumn will take place somewhere on earth. It is an inevitable consequence of her costume choice. That her whims have such a profound effect on the Earth’s weather, irritates certainly a part, but they do not understand that even though she seems to manage it all, she can’t do otherwise than she does. It is her soul, which is the real ruler.

    She is vain with choise of clothing, no doubt about it. But in her case, it is considered a virtue. When there is a natural disaster, there is always one or two lower-ranking goddess believing virtue is gone crazy, but it’s a sloppy finding. For everything has a deeper meaning than it first appears, and whether she would misuse her resources and thereby cause the earth’s creatures ruthless consequences, one can only guess at. There are no impartial, independent bodies that can check out such things.

    You can trust her or not. It doesn’t change the results of her actions. But it can change one’s state of mind, depending on how you relate to the inevitable.

    Already now hisses dry, yellow and brown leaves in the wind along the sidewalks, and then you know as surely as amen in church, that she isn’t dressed in light green.

    No, this color is hanging in a wardrobe, which will first be opened when she has whirled round in her white dresses, with the light sparkling, as beautiful stars on a frosty winter night, in her diadems, her neck chains and her wrists diamonds.

    She dances a lot and always alone, because no one can follow her. She dances all budding stress away when it is of no benefit except that it keeps her in good physical shape. And she needs that. Just think about while you are talking about four seasons, there are different climate zones in the world, and those she handles elegant to activate. All at once, so there is no reason to envy her.
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