Mediating Reality and Politics.

One of the more frustrating aspects of dealing with people is that they read a book on let’s say, ‘Physics’.   They read just enough to have an opinion and then can’t be bothered.   In essence, that becomes their politics.   They fancy their notions but do not engage with them.

The first principle is that you must not fool yourself and you are the easiest person to fool.

Science itself is still in it’s veritable infancy.  The things we will know later will dwarf us in the here and now.   And the climate change debate will crystalize.    Not an answer driven by political correctness but we will have done ‘real due-diligence’.   Not throwing talking points as real science.

People want everything gift-wrapped into tight little packages that are easy to explain but when you get beneath the dogma, there is nothing but that dogma.   Logically then or rather illogically they go back to their default position as with the topic of ‘Climate Change’.    They refer back to the experts,  whatever that might be.   Many of these same people then refer to the religious as deferring to fairy tales.

Stephen Hawking has the Higgs-Boson to fall back on and considering the fact that he has beaten the odds,  doesn’t see the irony.  As if the fact that my friend died after a year after he was diagnosed.   He too,  had ALS.    The difference being that he was a professing Christian while the former must imagine some last minute intervention or like many unbelievers that his mass will not destroyed.  I  guess.

If I left the world being the most dissipated man of all time,  and did not feel the slightest compunction at being a  jerk,  then maybe I too could go on without asking the biggest question…..why?  Why in my honest evaluation of myself,  I could not even hint at being some kind of saint or above it all.

So maybe we fancy ourselves to be many things.   Perhaps an Opera Star, a Poet or maybe we were born to be a leaf.  One that has fallen during Autumn who is slated for a burn barrel of the compost pile.   We are even less than the worst of miscreants,  who we should assume ourselves to be.   This is not self-flagellation but simple perspective.   The nascent rise of real science can upset a lot of realities.   But is that Immutable Perfect Being really interested in “our take”?    And would it necessarily disprove anything of the nature of God?

This diagram shows changes in the rate of expansion since the Big Bang. The shallower the curve, the faster the expansion rate. There's a notable change in the curve around 7.5 billion years ago, when astronomers think a mysterious, dark force caused objects to fly apart at a faster rate. NASA/STSci/Ann Feild

At that point,  were we even cognizant of our plight relative to people,  what then?

 

Life is more than elaborate set of rules but the worst part of that is maybe no one really cares who good you think you are,  much less than a sentient being of unimaginable power.  The fact that such a being would ever even care is worthy of our consideration.

Ultimately God makes his choice and is the only choice ever truly made by anyone or anything.  God is not like us,  he would be in all ways better and once we get that if we were a plot of clay,  he could dash that hardened clay against the wall and it would be fair.


That we are sentient, ought to reveal something very important about us and even more about God.   In the final analysis God is so fair,  that he would consider all of our arguments and is the perfect parent because unlike us,  he is truly impartial.  Those conferred with greater gifts now,  are not among the elite in heaven, but those with a humble heart,  who imagines humbly to be so unworthy of him.

Conversely we are antithesis of modesty and our self-aggrandizement is really evident we get so mired into those shows like ‘American Idol’ and that is just one program that intimates that someone is going to find us and see how wonderful we are.    Afterall everyone has some measure of greatness.   Really?  How about those who just CANNOT sing or act or paint a picture?

There has to be a special for them!   And why again?  This kind of mentality is part of the infantilism of the world today.  A 20 year old woman (many called her a girl) remonstrated that her life was miserable because her parents embarrassed her when she was 10.   The crime?   Her parents made her a Halloween costume and that poor girl was traumatized.  Yeah I bet a lot of people would love to trade places.

That person who you and I shrugged off.   That person we may have done charity for with an air of insolent disregard,  perhaps imagining that we are better and he or she is there by choice.   But as I see it, we can be that little boy or girl,  combing through sewage and refuse hoping to eat that.   Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs at play here my friends.

 

Not dogmas,  not same-sex marriage or even that man/woman arrangement.   Today we confer some kind of special birthright based on sexual proclivity,  racial orientation or our beliefs in some obscure frog or farflung religion.

 

It is one thing to rebel against injustice because there is some intrinsic value in that.   However,  a lot of this is just rhetoric.

Pay a dime to a cause and sleep well at night.   Is that going to be our legacy?  Do we ‘really’  lose sleep over all this terrible stuff in the world?

 

We more than most rich people get it.   We are more likely to suffer more substantially than billionaires and because of that we can more relate to the hurting.  But our answer basically mirrors the tax write-offs of the uber rich.   So maybe we are not so swell afterall.

The good message and point here is that someone does care but to know him we have to set aside all presumption.   We have to look at ourselves being the one hurting and really understand our own inherent leanings towards wrong.   I am NOT exempting myself from this either.   We all must do apart from hyperbole and most of all,  do it not for accolades or some measure of self-satisfaction.   Let the words silently minister to the hurting.

 

 

There is one thing that I want to do today and that is to ask those who hear to respond.   You will know question to that answer and you will find harmony and perfection.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Bear and the Pond.

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On a quiet pond somewhere in the rolling hills of Oregon was a pond were three of a certain Bear Clan, father, mother and a small Bear in Diapers. Underneath the shade tree of her choice she attended to the little bear with affectionate concern. While the father Bear in his Man-Cave on top of a nearby mountain. Keeping watch.

The order here is depicted, of a certain setting, Father doing fatherly things, while Mom and the little Cub were fast about doing what they do. Preening and
playing in their quaint little place. There is Love here.

In God we Trust

Later on as the dew began to disappear and the Bees begun to gather, the infant Bear began to wander and is the case with Bears, they are inquisitive. The same with the smaller Bear, who happened to know a Frog on a lily pad. Dressed in green, naturally, on the Frog’s croak, gave it away.

Once the baby beast had spotted it’s quarry, it swam with purpose coming very close to the scene where the Frog looked quizzically as this furry marauder, anticipating something a bit unpleasant. Indeed the tiny hunter lifted it’s paw and both Frog and Pad became immersed and was gone.

But the little Bear had another idea. Why not climb upon a lily pad herself and make like a frog. But this plan with a bit flawed, might one say. With a whoosh and a ripple the Bear fell below the surface. However she was persistent and tried many times.

The problem is that the little Bear soon tired and then with no strength left, she like the Frog and the Pad slipped before the surface. The mother had been watching concernedly and roared and made it’s way to where the baby was.

The father bear dropped his remote and came rushing down the mountainside and into the water and saved the water-soaked Cub to their little spot beneath the large Willow Tree. There as a family they reposed. A lesson to all of them and the end of this story.

Floods

However in this story, the Bear never sleeps nor watches games of hieroglyphics on the wall. In common terms, “He’s got this”. The mother and baby are safe now as the distraught mother beseeched the Man on the Hill.

He is Risen

Welk kept secret – Are you ready to rumble?

Being part of the Tampa Bay Community for over 22 years,  I know this time of year is quite active.  An average cool day may sport highs in the mid-50s but the activities are many.   Ybor City is kind of like Mardi Gras with a Spanish accent.

The Tampa Bucs and Tampa Bay Lightning both sport championship rings it was also a favorite place of former Yankee’s owner,  George Steinbrenner.    Mr. Steinbrenner known as Uncle George to many of the sick child patients is something that few knew a lot about.   He paid for the Children’s ER at Tampa General Hospital.

The community has a large Spanish-speaking population and every time this year is the world famous Gasparilla Parade and Festival,  Busch Gardens and that well kept secret.

Now as to that secret!  Nestled not too far from the Tampa Bay Ports along U.S. 41 lies East Bay Raceway Park in Gibsonton.   There are two major events that include the Lucas Oil Late Models and the 360 sprint Car Winternationals.   Drivers from four countries (USA, Australia,  New Zealand and Canada)  come to the track with one thing on their mind.     The King of the 360s,  the Ron Laney Memorial.    Laney died a few years ago in a  racing accident.

I am telling you this right now.  This is the place to be.