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Compassion Death Human Nature Thought Process
Email to Noam Chomsky: Human Decency Exposed
Life and Death: ISTMRN life, any life, whether a person, family, species or world is but an island surrounded by an infinite ocean of death. We can dredge and fill the coastline, but not the ocean. Come In, Come In my Friends: But I must warn you I ride the dragon Confucius cannot tame; I sail the winds the Buddha cannot calm; I frolic upon Jesus’ throne; and peer out from Mt. Olympus upon mankind, and view Olympus from times eternal. So come in, come in my friends; let us talk of gods and men. If you come to teach and learn, come in; else don’t waste my time with God and go away. Wisdom is not restricted to arrangement of letters on a page, but to the ideas under the words under the letters. I have several geologist friends who know the earth better than one in a million. They do marvels with their machines to measure and chart. They can draw pictures of the center of the earth and even the sun, moon, and other planets. They can peer into the depths of time itself. They study patterns in charts and equations, unlocking secrets long held in the earth. Yet sometimes when I walk with them, they do not seem to notice the earth around them, only their charts and equations. So very, very knowledgeable, but so very, very afraid of wrong conjecture. They are unqualified to comment before they see the literature on the matter. But if not them, who better qualified to tell me what they see in the rocks themselves. Other friends relish conjecture, perhaps too much, attributing fate to manipulation by stars of the zodiac or equations. A few like me are content to observe and bitch about it sometimes; that’s part of the fun. Things I Love: I love geology; I love physics, chemistry, psychology. I love truth; I love being alive and knowing I’m alive. I love Buddha and Iris who paints the sky; I love Newton who described the dance of the stars; I love God and agree with Lao Tzu I can have no idea of what God really is. I love to hate Caesar, don’t we all? I love Teri, Mark, Jeannie, Aneli who sells me coffee most days. I love my pen, much more it seems of late, and the paper I write on and the “economy” that brings me writing implements and so more. I love this apartment, warm while I see it snowing outside. I love my grocer I have never met who provides me with more choices in food for each meal than I could ever make. I love the Republicans and Democrats for entertainment at the weekly fights where they thump expanded chests at each other with hand tied behind their backs (rules, you know). I love the pictures from the Hubble telescope, though the sins were plenty to build and launch that one. I love God which I cannot know, so I love the unknown, and ISTMRN when I make the gods known, they lose a little luster, though gain little color. |