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To: Andy Thomas who wrote (233824)	4/6/2003 4:31:31 PM
From: Gersh Avery	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

the truth is out there ..

To: Andy Thomas who wrote (233824)	4/6/2003 4:51:02 PM
From: smolejv@gmx.net	Respond to of 436258

>>what if... in this world... there is no truth<< simple antidote - a ticket to Baghdad (Iraqi or US terminal)

To: Andy Thomas who wrote (233824)	4/6/2003 4:58:20 PM
From: Oblomov	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 436258

Truth exists, but we can only catch glimpses of it from time to time, unreliably; or, we see our own shadows cast in the light of the truth, and call the shadows truth, like Plato described in his allegory of the cave. Mostly, we are left with, as you say >>a bunch of competing beliefs, meditations, and 'prayers'... ...and thus we also have politics and wars. But, as Jeffers reminded us: The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of light into empty space. It will contract, the immense navies of stars and galaxies, dust clouds and nebulae Are recalled home, they crush against each other in one harbor, they stick in one lump And then explode it, nothing can hold them down; there is no way to express that explosion; all that exists Roars into flame, the tortured fragments rush away from each other into all the sky, new universes Jewel the black breast of night; and far off the outer nebulae like charging spearmen again Invade emptiness. No wonder we are so fascinated with fireworks And our huge bombs: it is a kind of homesickness perhaps for the howling fireblast that we were born from. But the whole sum of the energies That made and contain the giant atom survives. It will gather again and pile up, the power and the glory-- And no doubt it will burst again; diastole and systole: the whole universe beats like a heart. Peace in our time was never one of God's promises; but back and forth, live and die, burn and be damned, The great heart beating, pumping into our arteries His terrible life. He is beautiful beyond belief. And we, God's apes--or tragic children--share in the beauty. We see it above our torment, that's what life's for. He is no God of love, no justice of a little city like Dante's Florence, no anthropoid God Making commandments,: this is the God who does not care and will never cease. Look at the seas there Flashing against this rock in the darkness--look at the tide-stream stars--and the fall of nations--and dawn Wandering with wet white feet down the Caramel Valley to meet the sea. These are real and we see their beauty. The great explosion is probably only a metaphor--I know not --of faceless violence, the root of all things. --"The Great Explosion", Robinson Jeffers