Wednesday, January 13, 2010

By the way....Mike did some great thinking/writing on GOD and ATHEISM which suddenly seems to fit the post two posts down on HAITI....Please check out Jingoist's won't be sorry. (thanks, Jingo, for having kept that jewel) xxx z


Anonymous said...

Yes, it is a jewel. I recommend it highly, it's brilliant!


WomanHonorThyself said...

thanks for the heads up Z!

psi bond said...
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psi bond said...

What Mike doesn't say in his reply to the post by DumbFox, whose certainty is nonetheless unwarranted, is that scientific theories exist, i.e., explanations not requiring a supernatural being, to account for the cosmic coincidences that discombobulated Mike's imagination. When I mentioned that to Mike in my exchange with him, he had no reply of any kind.

Ducky's here said...

Today's poem, from Wim Wenders' magnificent "Wings of Desire". Pity we lose this state and think we can really understand God and forget to try to be in the world rather than always just observing.

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.

Z said...

Absolutely, Pris. One only needs read Mike's piece and listen to the information Jingo linked to see there's no way this was a big accident.
Some even say the BIG BANG theory supercedes anything of God...when nobody quite knows what caused the big bang.
Beautiful stuff....