Sam, I am left breathless by your dissertation. If I had a cause to pursue, I would try to enlist you as my champion.
Especially fetching, for me, was the development of this thought of yours:
"For, if it be God himself who tries to speak with them in this way from behind the mask of matter to prove the fact, they say it cannot be our God."
Is it possible that, if you and Steve were walking together, and suspicious looking insects were crossing all over the path, you would be dedicated to stomping heavily on each and every one of them, while Steve would (autocratically) simply amble along?
Where, weeks ago, I saw you as quite violent, I now see you as intently dedicated to a cause you, for some reason, find paramount.
Brashly, I admit I am an ass, may I ask if there is a connection between your intensity and the physical horrors you have experienced?
On your post, again, doesn't it seem impossible to you that someone like Rick can actually read what you've written and not at least feel it opens a pretty valid area for discussion? It does to me. But, there where we suffer from blinders - we cannot see (conceive of) a Rick, even if it's standing right in front of us.
Here's a thought. Wouldn't it be fascinating and defying if we atheists, pagans, animists, or whatever, threw on the screen, for comparative purposes, our varying senses of awe of the all?
Along your material, empirical, factual lines, aren't we all temporary expressions of the totality? Always have been, and always will be, in one way or other - not retaining individuality by any means(!) - and thus part of an awesome all? What is our sense of this awe? Bliss, I can only recall, having experienced it, and having got to know what it is. I admit, I miss it. Awe, though, exists - reverence of a sort for the vastness and void which are our broth. Since my mid-20's, awe has given me comfort, ease, peace, contentment. Since you were 51?
I certainly babble on for such an early hour. But it was great fun finding you not to be a bugbear - and it excites me no end.
(Here is an exercise in self-control.)
George, stop!
Ok.
The best of all to you, Geo. |
