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The sun, Only Fools Believe…

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We once believed in the sun, believed it to be devine. A god, if you will. But it was foolish to believe in the sun, to worship the sun.

Though it’s ancient presence brings comfort and peace to those who seek the warmth of its glow.

To our world, it brings life.

Hope seems to live within its light, reminding us that each morning begins a new day.

It’s glorious rise bringing illumination to our path, as evil withdraws to the shadows, hiding until darkness returns.

And those without vision can easily feel it’s presence. Those who believe in nothing, need only step outside.

On cloudy days, we long for it’s return. Our soul withers without it’s fiery glow.

To believe in the sun’s rise, requires very little faith. The sun asks us for nothing, requires nothing and desires nothing. It is beyond mans’ control, influence and will. It does not bargain, forgive and cannot be bribed; it simply exists; simply.

But we do not “believe” in the sun. We “believe” in what we cannot see, touch or physically feel. We believe in the words and writings of man. We believe in faith, in God, The Son, and a promise that if we continue to believe and if we obey, we will go the heaven and look down upon the sun.

We once believed in the sun. But that was too simple.

 

 

 

Writing

Forced to Feel Human

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Forced to Feel Human

She seeks my eye, I am human but for a brief moment; her eyes force me to feel again, to feel her presence, I see her, staring, searching, hoping

Judging not, her eyes reveal her sorrowful past, anguished, no words spoken

Desperate, a homeless wanderer; The ache of her soul frightens me. She turns away; I disconnect, the moment fades, I am free to forget, to move on, to withdraw

 

 

Opinions, Writing

Constantine and the Priests

This story is old, yet few know the tale, of the divinity of Christ and the day it began.

Read to the end and surprised you may be for few know the way in which it all came to be.

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The Emperor heard stories, of a prophet long gone, his followers still present, and their numbers quite strong.

He summoned the priests for he was curious to see, who still followed this man from Nazareth and Galilee.

An audience was had, and the Emperor did learn that the priests of this man, were cause for concern. The Emperor, a pagan, many gods he believed, but these priests followed one, which they divided into three.

The priests warned the Emperor, the Roman, Constantine, that he must no longer be a pagan, and get baptized in the sea.

Constantine was no fool and the future you see, included these priests and what they believed it to be. But the religions were many and what each chose to believe, he left to the citizen, to decide how to be.

The priests were not pleased, only one God need there be. All symbols of others must be thrown in the sea. All people must change, for our numbers are great, or your rule as the Emperor, will suffer ill fate.

Constantine listened carefully, as great Emperor’s do, and saw the advantage in one religion over two. He could control these priests and watch what they do, while they keep the people in line, for fear of heavenly ruin.

A gathering was needed, and he called all to meet, in a city called Nicaea, which is down near the sea.

He invited all religions, to come seek accord, to agree on one thing; the one written word.

Gathered here by one, a mighty Emperor was he, but the priests took control and said now what will be. They spoke of one book, one religion to be, and of one God who was also divided into three. They warned all the others of heresy and hate, for they must now all agree on the rules of their new faith.

A Prophet no more, his divinity now known, Jesus and the trinity; Father, Son, Holy Ghost. The day he arose, now holy indeed, the date of his birth, now celebrated with glee. Sixty-six writings, now law, for those who believe, and hell and damnation for all who don’t agree.

He must protect pagan souls, from hell’s fury you see, by converting his religion to what the priests say it shall be. His motives not pure, but for the greater need, no longer a pagan was Constantine thought to be.

With his kingdom at risk and not a god to be seen, pragmatic he was and must continue to be. The Emperor agreed and many suffered that day, for if they differed in belief, they were then driven away.

Heresy was charged upon those godless few, who offered their thoughts about different religious views.

To the hills they did flee, the “heretics” en mass, all those who disagreed, with the priests decided path.

Their writings erased, but their faith still intact, they were forced deep in the caves, where they hid from the past. Their future now sealed, they wrote in the dark and buried their writings in large clay covered pots.

The priests were quite pleased, and all formed a pact, they would spread to world, this new religion as fact. All people would follow or suffer their fate as their prophet became the son of God, on that very date.

Constantine won the battle, though the priests couldn’t see, thought to be Christian, but a pagan remained he. His throne remained strong, and he did as he pleased, for he reined in those priests, a truly difficult task, indeed.

 

Opinions, Writing

Choice; It’s a Real Mixed Bag.

Look at your feet. Make a quick mental note of where you are at this minute. Where you are, didn’t happen by accident, your choices led you there.

We make left and right turns all day long, we go, stop whatever. Yet somehow, you made it to your present spot.

It is a miracle that we made it this far in life. Can you imagine the impact of running a redlight verses stopping. It changes everything. You will now arrive at a different time, pass different cars, perhaps come in contact with a person you were or were not meant to meet.

Our whole lives have been about choice. The next time you are thinking of turning left, go right and you have effectively changed your future.

Is it chance, choice or maybe, destiny? The guy, standing in the exact spot where lightning strikes. Had he just turned left, instead of right earlier that day, he probably wouldn’t have been standing where he was at that exact time. It could be karma for all I know.

About the only thing that I am sure of, is that I’m not sure how I made it this far.

Left, right, run the light? I would hide under the bed, except that action, would surely change everything; At least I think so…I’m not really sure! Ugh!

Opinions, Writing

The Man who would be King

He did it again; such incredible hubris! I’m watching the evening news; the arrogance! How did we get here? I’ve never seen this before…but wait, I have; I’ve read about this in history books.

I voted for him; we needed “a change”. I hear those words echoing, aching painfully throughout our world’s history; Out with the old, in with the new.

Suddenly, I realize that it isn’t a mystery as to why we are where we are politically today . We are exactly where we are supposed to be, exactly. The pendulum swings again. The infamous don’t create the events, the events unleash the infamous.

History is full of people who became infamous by filling the vacuum created by the events of the times in which they lived. We praise or blame the person for their deeds, but seem to remain mystified at how they came to be. We then fail to accept that we, the people, created the perfect environment for them to flourish; and they usually do. General George Patton, a brilliant military tactician during World War II, lamented that the war would soon end and with it, his purpose.  It was “his time” and he felt that destiny had made him for that specific event. Ronald Reagan was the right person at the right time in America and he excelled. Was he a great person or was he the “right” person for the time or both? I doubt that Adolf Hitler would have had his “rise to infamy” at any other time in history, had the after-effects of world war I not fomented the perfect environment for his existence. He didn’t create the world in which he lived, but he certainly “excelled”, tragically, within it.

I belive society creates the dilemma, adds a degree of desperation and then grinds to a stop. It is here that we, at our weakest, create the environment that unleashes those who are waiting for infamy, and grants them essentially “free reign”. We then seem baffled by their behavior but unable to contain them. History records the results. And with the assistance of the media, a Cult of Personality emerges.

Is it “cause and effect” or the flawed fallacy of “Post hoc ergo propter hoc” (Latin: “after this, therefore because of this”)? In other words, A+B=C. This may be loosely true.  We may have “created” the “present” by our past actions. Think about the last X years; political gridlock, very little momentum and a feeling of insincerity and disconnect by the people towards the politicians. For whatever reason, we seemed to stall; enter, Donald Trump, the anti-politician and well, here we are.

I am haunted by the words of George Santayana; “those who do not remember the past, are doomed to repeat it”.

To be clear, it is not my intention, in any way, to suggest that George Patton, Ronald Reagan, Donald Trump and Adolf Hitler share any similarities, other than they each possess(ed) a position of great influence over the lives of the people they represent(ed) and they each emerged at the exact time in history when their “talents” were a perfect match to the environment they occupied.

I believe President Trump exists not only because he was elected, but because we also created the ideal environment for him to thrive. The vacuum is filled by those who are the most capable. Those who, left unchecked, would be king. We, the people, created the environment for him to flourish and he is doing exactly what he was meant to do. Good or bad, it is now his time and place in history.

In the end, history judges us all. Who will be our next villain, savior or king? The answer lies within the problems that we (humanity) create and who among us waits, undiscovered, to release their full potential and claim their place in history, be it good, bad or indifferent; unfortunately though, we usually “reap what we sow”.

 

 

 

Writing

Why do Men Still Open the Car Door for Women?

In today’s modern age, where epic battles for gender equality are raging, we should be surprised to see a man open the door of a car for a woman. This “gentlemen’s” habit seems to have endured and continues to be quite popular, but why? Why do men still do it and why do even the most ardent supporters of feminism still allow the practice, is beyond me.

While this may seem like a silly endeavor, I am genuinely curious. I went to YouTube in search of opinions and was surprised by the amount of thoughts on this subject. But first, I felt that I needed to see the correct way to open a car door for a female guest. Let’s build a good foundation for our topic.

Now that I understand the mechanics, I wanted to know why we still do it. Men seem to have abandoned most acts of chivalry, so why not this one. We no longer put our coats over a puddle, light her cigarette or pull the chair out and seat her at a restaurant; but we still seem to open doors.

Men of all stripes will do it, even the most misogynist of males.  It’s baffling.  Bill Burr, a stand-up comedian, feels he has discovered the “real reason” that men “tolerate” women. His answer lies at 1:09. (language!).

While he and Freud may agree on the root cause of what motivates men, I’m not sure that just the simple act of opening a car door will yield the results he wants.  I need another perspective.  This guy seems focused on “pretty girls” but goes to great lengths anyway, to explain his position on the subject. He’s long winded, so just watch long enough to see that he’s an ass and move on. I wish I could edit YouTube…

Ok, he really seems to have some latent ax to grind.  What about Chivalry? Is it “ok”? Let’s look elsewhere.

Apparently it’s Ok according to the two hosts.  But how do you do it? Lost in darkness, I found a guide..

Chivalry is great but what about the “car door” opening thing?  I still have questions though:

  1. Why are men the only ones who do it?
  2. If the woman is driving the car, is it proper for the man to open the driver door for her and then trot over to the passenger side and hop in?
  3. Has anyone ever seen #2 happen?
  4. Is it ok for a woman to open the car door for a man who is her passenger?
  5. Has anyone ever seen #4 happen?

The only conclusion that I can come to is this:

  1. Only men open the car door.
  2. Men only do it when they are the driver of the vehicle.

But why?

  1. It’s an easy, efficient and inexpensive way to impress a woman.
  2. Men are lazy and cheap, see #1
  3. It say’s “this is my car, I’m the captain and I’m in control”
  4. Men have fragile ego’s, see #3
  5. Men can do this operation without talking.
  6. Men consistently say the wrong thing and land themselves in trouble, see #5

So, why do we open the car door for a woman, especially someone we love? It’s about the only thing that we can do without screwing up (as you don’t slam her leg in the door) and we desperately need as many points in the win column as possible. Why do women still allow it? My guess…for the fun of it, everyone likes to feel special once in a while. As for me, I open the door simply because I love to show her (Lilly) how special she is to me.

 

 

Opinions, Writing

Divine Inspiration?

It’s been a tough couple of days. I feel adrift which is an odd feeling for me as I usually stay “my version” of focused. I don’t believe that positive words or statements solve problems, although they may bring a needed momentary distraction. A motivational speaker would hang himself in frustration trying to “lift me up”.

I am a fixer; identify said problem, create solution and then work the problem. But not today. I’m a bit farther down the rabbit hole than usual. I have too many questions that I can’t quite answer and that brings frustration. I am not at peace and I’m not sure why.  Today, I need solutions.

I once asked the pastor of a church why he felt the bible had the answers to life’s questions. He replied, “because it’s divinely inspired”. I was about ten years old at the time and that answer has always bothered me. It bothers me more today as I could really use a book with all of “the answers”. I would love the bible to be the answer to my problem but divine inspiration sounds too broad a qualification to rely on the writers word alone.

What is it to be Divinely Inspired?  The dictionary defines it as “a concept of a supernatural force, typically a deity, causing a person or people to experience a creative desire”. That sounds simple enough. Perhaps if I was divinely inspired, I could focus and make the hard decisions necessary to bring clarity to my world.

Wait a minute, sixty-six “books” all by different authors who were divinely inspired?  What about Dante, Milton or even Joseph Smith. They all wrote of heaven and hell. The argument could be made that they too were divinely inspired.  Inferno, Paradise Lost and the Book of Mormon, respectively, all contain the writer or writer’s version of  heaven/hell, what’s considered right or wrong and offer suggestions on how to bring your life back into alignment.

I was in the shower this morning thinking of where to find answers; the Bible, Plato or even “Hey Siri”, when I decided to write of my internal conflict. Was it divinely inspired? I did think of God, multiple times, but it’s probably a stretch to say that it was divine. I’m suddenly feeling very alone in this world as it seems that the answers to life’s problems are actually the written thoughts of men and women of history who have a questionable pedigree for offering advice to future generations. In other words, if you’re a “religious” person, I imagine that you are divinely inspired every day.

So for the future’s sake, please watch what you write as today’s snippet’s of wisdom may become a chapter in tomorrow’s Bible.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that most of the answers to our questions lie within the passage of time and not within the written muses of man.

 

 

Writing

There is no good day to say goodbye

I dislike the moment of goodbye
Especially on Tuesday’s

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Thursday is no better than any other day

The time spent together, remembered as through a rear view mirror

Saturday is the worst for goodbye
Looking back on the warmth of friends

No one ever leaves on a Wednesday

A voice on the phone now replaces the human presence
Friday’s are reserved for hello’s

Promises made to see you very soon
Sunday’s then, for breakfast fare

To say hello, you must have first said goodbye
that leaves Monday, as the day to go
For to say goodbye, you must have first said hello