The Importance of Relaxation

In this frantic hectic universe of ours, I find that not enough people take the time to relax.  I know that I personally suffer extreme stress due my many obligations as Gorbul Ambassador.  In fact, I often feel that I carry the weight of many galaxies upon my shoulders.

• There are some who advocate the pleasant strains of soothing music as a means to relieve stress. I confess to being an opera lover myself as long as the opera is not overly long or overly depressing and is filled with songs that a gorbul can hum along to.

• However, what's MOST  efficacious for me is massaging oil of lavender and slorth flower into my lobes. After all, a gorbul’s lobes are the seat of his reason – nay the very housing of his soul.

• In conclusion, I would welcome comments from my readers as to what techniques they employ for needed relaxation.

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 *General Grunch, you need not reply, as it’s a well known fact that  muvins have no appreciation of the finer things in life. I shudder to even contemplate what you might find relaxing.

Comments

[General Grunch – Imperial Commander of Muvin Armies]

Ambassador Girzzlob, first of all, it's clear you do far too much relaxing. When do you ever work?

You massage slorth oil into your lobes to relieve stress? Are you even dimly aware that slorth flowers are highly endangered because gorbuls like you rip them out of the forests and chop them up to produce massage oil? Probably not. After all, as you so eloquently stated, you really don't read anything except the first and last sentence.

Anyway, personally I think you are a wuss. Anyone knows that a good fight full of head smashing, blood, gore and a few loud curse words is an excellent way to wind down at the end of the day.

[Laura Fairweather – The All Christians, All Saints, Inter-Species, Inter-Galactic Church]

I find prayer to be very relaxing. After all, we share this wonderful beautiful universe full of wonderful beautiful things.

[Antonio Alleguinini-VonStrgnanstenbauer – Music Aficionado & Music Critic (free-lance)]

Ambassador Grizzlob,
I do hope you're not one of those opera-goers who insists on singing along? It does quite ruin Puccini's "Quando me'n vo" when some over-enthusiastic audience member decides to chime in. Traditional opera etiquette requires that you sit still and SILENT while the opera is being performed.

[Ambassador Grizzlob]

My dear Mr. Alleguinini-VonStrgnanstenbauer,
Aside from the fact that you have an impossible name, you are entirely wrong about opera. It's a sign of great enjoyment to hum along with the singers, or even sing out with gusto. Besides, I have often been complimented on my voice, and if ambassadorship had not called me, I could very easily have become a great opera singer - with hordes of admirers - and I would wear white silk scarves to cover my neck and lobes.

[General Grunch – Imperial Commander of Muvin Armies]

Ha! Ambassador Grizzlob. You can't even hold a tune in the shower.

[Ambassador Grizzlob]

My dear General Grunch, since I have never showered with you in my life, how do you know what I sound like? Besides, I was referring to the stage - the grand operatic stages of the galaxy where thousands, nay hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of sentient beings would flock to hear my singing. Shower indeed. Sir, I find the very idea of sharing a shower with you to be repulsive and offensive. Furthermore, if I ever DID find myself in the same shower as a muvin, I certainly would refrain from singing.

[Laura Fairweather – The All Christians, All Saints, Inter-Species, Inter-Galactic Church]

We must always remember that when it rains, all creatures share the same shower, be they gorbul, muvin, human, or anything else. We should all sing in one voice under the one sky that covers us all.

[Theodore Alcott – Chief Librarian, Peabody Galactic Library]

My dear Ms Fairweather,
How eloquent you are. As well as a poet, you are a philosopher. I will be stopping by Morn next month. Perhaps we would arrange to meet.

[General Grunch – Imperial Commander of Muvin Armies]

Knock it off you two. You add absolutely nothing to this discussion.

And for your information, Ambassador Grizzlob, I would have to be disembowled, torn limb from limb, horrendously tortured and totally dead before I would ever set one of my four feet in a shower with you. So there.

[Ambassador Grizzlob]

General Grunch,
Alas I feel that you, as always, have digressed from the subject at hand - which is relaxation, not showering. Besides, I have always been under the impression that muvins never shower even when the rest of the world thinks they need it. However, in my role as ambassador, I would never find fault with a species for their lack of hygiene. I realize that commonly accepted habits of simple bathing are not embraced by all. Perhaps this is a form of xenophobia meant to drive away all other species from the vicinity. After all, who would want to embrace a sentient being who smells?

[Laura Fairweather – The All Christians, All Saints, Inter-Species, Inter-Galactic Church]

Surely, we should all embrace one another as offspring of the great, all-powerful force of love - as we are all brothers and sisters under His/Her/Its divine care. So say the teachings of The All Christians, All Saints, Inter-Species, Inter-Galactic Church which is sometimes referred to by its easy-to-remember acronym, ACASISIG. Again, I renew my offer to sit down in an atmosphere of inter-species harmony at the missionary.

[General Grunch – Imperial Commander of Muvin Armies]

I don't do group hugs.

[Theodore Alcott – Chief Librarian, Peabody Galactic Library]

Does it have to be a group?