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10 Mar 05
The Teachings of Amartya Sen
I really enjoyed yesterday's event at S-Osis. I would like to thank everyone who turned up and forgive those who didn't.

The man across the river isn't pleased when you're late, that I know. I have no evidence, I just sense it, very clearly. Mathias and Monica told me that being late is interpreted as showing resistance and I fully accepted that. So next morning, when my bicycle acted up and stopped working on the spot, I got really frightened.

I figured I had to explain it to him in a convincing way and as I tried to tell him the truth, because it really was the truth, I felt guilty. It couldn't be the lie, because it was really broken. Believe me now, please.

Allright, I knew the bicycle was somewhat broken and that there was a chance it wouldn't work (it's all about the temperature, I think), so maybe the fact that I hadn't repaired the bicycle also could be interpreted as resistance. Maybe that's why I felt guilty. Or maybe it was because I knew I would have been a bit late even if it had worked.

I was late today again and Ville had to do most of the work. Was it resistance? I always ask myself that these days, now that I know the truth about being late. Today I just forgot, but maybe I could've done better in the early stages, taken a quicker shower and so on. Resiiistaance!

I really hate it when I'm late and often when others are, too. But somehow it's happening all the time. That has to stop. I'm not resisting anything. Or am I? You never know these days.

I wouldn't pass a lie detector test even if I spoke truth. Of that I am sure. Those can't be reliable, they just can't.
written by Mattias
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