Dear Gentle Reader(s), doesn't it make sense to identify humanity as, essentially, agnostic?
We don't know.
Many of us believe, but that's not the same as knowing.
The phrase, "In my heart I know" is actually meaningless. It is a virtual admission a topic unknowable. All this brouhaha about atheist, agnostic, and believer is just so much smoke.
One might hope, but one cannot, as this stage of the development of the human mind, know.
Agape.
Sphere: Related ContentDear Gentle Reader(s), does anyone really buy the kinoki foot pads?
How does the company keep on advertising? Who pays for the ads?
Foot pads? Cleansers?
Sheesh!
Dear Gentle Reader(s), time for a giggle provided in part by the highly esteemed Andrew Sullivan. Under the title "Peeing On A Bug" Sullivan offers this:
One memorable example of the power of choice architecture comes from the men's rooms at Schiphol airport in Amsterdam. There the authorities have etched the image of a black housefly into each urinal. It seems that men usually do not pay much attention to where they aim, which can create a bit of a mess, but if they see a target, their attention and accuracy improve. Spillage at the airport decreased by 80%!
Now, if they could only figure out how to make the ersatz fly move around a wee bit, that spillage would decrease even further!
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Dear Gentle Reader(s), our favorite conservative, Andrew Sullivan, has penned a brief on his view of the problems facing America today. You can catch the drift of it here.
As loyal reader(s) of these maunderings, you are well aware of this writer's unhappiness with Sullivan's treatment of Senator and President Clinton. He freely, virtually with glee, uses many forms of hate in his writings of the Clintons. One might, and often has, protested the word does not belong in a civil, public discussion of political ideas, but so far, to no avail.
In this particular piece, Sullivan is trying to account for his "own massive misjudgment over Iraq and near-disbelief at what has happened to limited government conservatism in the past decade." That is to his credit.
What is not to his credit is that the possibility never seems to occur to Sullivan that his perception of the Clintons is another "massive misjudgment."
Think on't, Andrew. Disagreeing with a political posture is one thing; hating is quite another.
Don't let, Mr. Sullivan, another massive misjudgment come back to nip at your posterior. Take the high road.
Sphere: Related ContentWell, Dear Gentle Reader(s), it's been 11 days since landing at Gatwick Airport, south of London. There've been many miles, kilometers, recorded on these old feet. There've been paintings galore, statues galore, street scenes galore, a near miss with an Olympic protest (as usual, just missed out--so many times), churches a-plenty, a basilica or two, unusual architecture, all sorts of human beings, good food (in Paris), mediocre food (in London), the smallest hotel room in all of Christendom, astonishing excess viewed at the Louvre, and snow, and sleet, and the common cold knows no geographical bounds.
An astonishing accumulation, considering who accumulated it. (And drinking buddy Marlin (Bud) made it all possible.)
Three more days to go.
Wish me, DGR(s), good luck.
Sphere: Related ContentOn a Tube, returning to the hotel last Friday night, in a somewhat crowded car, a nice young lady look up, one supposes; saw a rather pitiful sight, one supposes; stood and offered me her seat. Astonishment, momentarily, ensued!
One supposes one has arrived at a particular moment on the continuum of one's life when a young person, after a long day, feels the need to offer aid to said young person's elders, even an elder who is a total stranger.
Chivalry is not dead, nor is it entailed to the male sex.
Sunday morning in London. It's been snowing for two hours. It's April 6. It's been snowing for two hours. Of all the weather possibilities one anticipated for London weather when the sonne is in the ram, snow weren't included.
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