“Yamanakabushi” performed by Jean-Pierre Rampal & Yuzuko Horigome, from the album “Yamanakabushi: Japanese Melodies”, Vol. 3, (1982)
I tried writing in silence and posting plain text with no sound and no images, “Just the facts, ma’am” … and I don’t enjoy writing in silence and I do enjoy trying to pass on the mood to my readers, or at least to offer the opportunity to taste the mood … so I have decided to go back to sound and images as part of this effort … my blog, my rules.
I found this item, like a delightful little breakfast treat left over from the surfeit of Christmas … David and I seem to be in a similar frame of mind regarding “The World” …
“… I was, even in those days, a fan of this “Richard Nixton” (the misspelling of his name was a smug convention). I didn’t actually like him, but in the words of a Czech friend, “he gives those liberals heart attacks,” and that seemed a good enough reason to support him.
For those were the days when I was just discovering that a lad with my views is not called a “liberal,” but a “conservative” instead. (I’ve since moved on, to “reactionary.”) It was a question of mere labels, “truth in advertising” as it were. An old-fashioned “liberal” like my father to start, I was already in favour of liberty and small government, against totalitarianism and thus, gung-ho on Vietnam.
But I had also already noticed that most people who thought themselves “liberals,” were otherwise insufferable. …”
I am reflecting on references in previous posts(here) regarding the “Chiaroscuro” of silence versus noise revealing the face of God. And also reflecting on references in previous posts (here) and(here) about the appropriateness of “labels” or metaphorical “figures” standing for icons in respective cultures, icons of evil, and icons of good, and the error of believing that the “label” is the “thing” … the good or the evil “actualized” in the label.
Another post (here) ruminating on the use of metaphorical and mathematical labels to stand for personal opinions, or assertions of theory which we desire to be true, but which remain “unproven” or “not true” and the inherent error of confusing the label for the truth and the truth for the label, as if the truth becomes self evident (obviously) by virtue of the chosen label, and if one just “doesn’t get it” one must be self evidently lacking in some essential aspect.
Spirited Away, Dragon and Girl
Something about the frequency with which we delude ourselves, how the best plans and ideas of mice and men “gang aft a’glay“, our innate ability to discern truth (what 21st century man identifies as “our BS detector”) seems to have gone wildly astray in the minute by minute noise and distraction of our 21st century society.
We have lost our affinity for silence, that peace which man was originally born with and experienced daily, so many thousands of years ago.
Man has lost the simplicity, the natural innocence, of childhood. That is why silence is so difficult for him. And man rejects silence even more because he wants to become God himself, and has done so for all time, since Adam first sought to “become god”. That is why Christ admonished us to “become as little children”. In silence man cannot be a false god, cannot pretend to “be” god, but can merely stand in a luminous face-to-face encounter with God.
In “The Confessions”, Saint Augustine exposes his own experience with these beautiful lines: “Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new; late have I loved Thee! For behold Thou wert within me, and I outside; and I sought Thee outside and in my unloveliness fell upon those lovely things that Thou hast made.
Thou wert with me and I was not with Thee. I was kept from Thee by those things, yet had they not been in Thee, they would not have been at all. Thou didst call and cry to me and break open my deafness: and Thou didst send forth Thy beams and shine upon me and chase away my blindness: Thou didst breathe fragrance upon me, and I drew in my breath and do now pant for Thee: I tasted Thee, and now hunger and thirst for Thee: Thou didst touch me, and I have burned for Thy peace.”
Where are the dwelling places of solitude and silence? Where are those places where we escape the noise and distractions of modern life, the disruptions which continually prevent us from finding God? Only a fortunate few can find the solitude and silence of the sea, or of the desert, or the mountain hermitage. Where do we find this silence in our busy daily run?
早春賦, William W. Spearman IV, from the album “Beautiful Japanese Songs” (2006)
For joy … I find myself not so alone in my observations of the irrational illogicality of life on this tiny planet of mostly blue water. I give you a couple of tidbits worth visiting just in time to save us from giving way to despair and desperation.
“… “A lie gets halfway round the world before the truth even gets its pants on,” or something like that, as Mark Twain is supposed to have said, though if he did, it was hardly original.” courtesy of David Warren.”
” … “Bombogenesis” is my favorite word this week. It is meteorologist’s jargon for what is happening off America’s Eastern Seaboard. It was last popularized, if I recall aright, four years ago, when we had about twenty of them in the North Atlantic, within a January and February.
These storms result from a form of collision between high and low-pressure cells. The air pressure suddenly drops, and sailors are in for quite a blow. A lot of snow is dumped along coasts. But it is not the end of the world; not yet.
The fish in the sea are probably exempt, but I’ve noticed that animals on land often react to these pressure drops: even cats and dogs. They know to seek shelter. Humans, not so much, till they have heard a weather report; but as the keeper of a municipal weather station when I was a high-school kid, I found that I could tell, too. This was because I was “open to the experience.”
Many things that humans can do are not apparent to most humans.” … Also courtesy of the same David Warren writing on a different blog site.”
C.S. Lewis, at his desk writing
It is well to remember the words of Aslan (the Lion icon) “… He answered, “Child, all the service thou hast done to Tash, I account as service done to me. … I take to me the services which thou hast done to him. For I and he are of such different kinds that no service which is vile can be done to me, and none which is not vile can be done to him. … Dost thou understand, Child?”
I said, “Lord, thou knowest how much I understand”. But I also said (for the truth constrained me), “Yet I have been seeking Tash all my days”. “Beloved”, said the Glorious One, “unless thy desire had been for me thou wouldst not have sought so long and so truly. For all find what they truly seek”. C.S. Lewis, “The Last Battle”
Perhaps the “Brights” do have the answer … do tiny minorities inherently have the truth by virtue of their minuscule numbers, their sample size? But what about the rest? Well, they are also beloved of God, or so I am told …
In the immortal words of David Warren: “Among the joys of winter, up here in the land God gave Cain (“Cainada”), are our glorious “cold snaps.” That is when temperatures, which we had naïvely thought insupportable, suddenly plunge. The breeze comes into this, too. I don’t know if readers in Bali, or Gabon, can fully appreciate what I mean by a “windchill” of minus 40 degrees. (Fahrenheit or Celsius: take your pick.)”
Or even colder, appreciate -50C. After 15 years of working outdoors even in -50 degrees Celsius I can testify that windchill is for pussies. Maybe if you live on the North Slope in Alaska, or in Alert, NWT or I guess that would be Nunavut nowadays, or anywhere in northern Cainada one “gets it” when cold is the topic, or perhaps if one lives in any of the Scandinavian countries or you call home the open stretches of Boreal forest in Siberia.
This is your drink at -40C
Windchill might be relevant should one be running around naked at these temperatures but doesn’t play into the equation absent the naked flesh. One’s parka or vehicle skin are unaffected by windchill and anyway I can testify that at -50C there is precious little wind.
I am now happy to live and work (indoors) in a part of the country which only gets down to a balmy -30 C, cold enough to freeze the doors of ones vehicle shut but not cold enough to turn your cup of coffee into snow should you be prodigal enough to throw it into the air over your head.
One of the interesting things about cold is how the colder it gets the quieter it gets. Cold and silence seem to go together. As do silence and God, and becoming “in” God, as in “union with” God and the will of God. In silence …
Pope Benedict XVI
In the words of Pope Benedict XVI: “… A first door opens if we read these words of the Lord carefully. The choice of the word “in the name of the Father” in the Greek text is very important: the Lord says “eis” and not “en”, that is, not “in the name” of the Trinity—as when we say that a vice-prefect speaks “on behalf” of the prefect, an ambassador speaks “on behalf” of the government: no.
It says: “eis to onoma”, that is, an immersion into the name of the Trinity, a being inserted in the name of the Trinity [that is, a silent, invisible but real and life-giving] interpenetration of being in God and of our being, a being immersed in God the Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit; just as it is in marriage, for example. Two people become one flesh, they become a new and unique reality with a new and unique name.” Benedict XVI, June 2012, Lectio Divina at the Basilica of Saint John Lateran
Robert Cardinal Sarah
… “It is the same with priestly ordination. In silence, through the sacrament of Holy Orders, a man becomes not only an alter Christus, another Christ, but much more: he is ipse Christus, Christ himself. At that moment nothing appears externally, but in the silence, in the depths of his being, there is a true and real identification with Christ.
Saint Ambrose, in his treatise On the Mysteries, exhorts us, saying: “You saw there the deacon, you saw the priest, you saw the chief priest [i.e., the bishop]. Consider not the bodily forms, but the grace of the Mysteries.” Externally, as priests, we remain sinners, but in reality we are as though “transubstantiated” and configured to Christ himself. In the act of transubstantiation, the priest takes the role of Christ.” Robert Cardinal Sarah, . “The Power of Silence: Against the Dictatorship of Noise“(Kindle Locations 338-342). Ignatius Press. Kindle Edition.
Silence … blessed silence …
“God is the friend of silence. See how nature—trees, flowers, grass—grows in silence; see the stars, the moon, and the sun, how they move in silence”, Saint Teresa of Calcutta said poetically [in her book A Gift for God].
My last thought, in my last post was “Sitting under a tree, weeping, thinking … praying …” accompanying the above image by Hong Yi. I think the image is intended as “the Buddha sitting under the tree rather than as a self portrait – the source site is unclear.
My prayer would be something like “O Lord,because the frailty of man without thee cannot but fall, keep us ever by thy help from all things hurtful.” …
A GOES-13 satellite image captured at 17:45 UTC on January 2, 2014, depicting an ongoing blizzard across portions of the Ohio River Valley and the Northeast United States as cold air from Canada moves across warm air from the Gulf of Mexico
I purged over 4 thousand emails yesterday from assorted accounts. Found an item from my pre-blog era when I was busy annoying email contacts with long rambling emails about what was wrong with the world IMAO. Can’t hear myself think over the barking of my EGO.
So out of my personal Way-Back machine from the dark winter of 2014, back before I started my ranting in this blog … this monster rises from the slab of my Atelier …
A writer of great talent and no small amount of clarity regarding our daily grind and happily, at last call, still amongst the living, at least we are happy he is still around even though his mileage may vary, finding as he does that the Hoi Polloi for the most part do not share his sensibilities with respect to eternity. It sometimes seems to us that the Progressive idea of eternity is how long it seems between coffee breaks. But that for another day.
Anyway, he once remarked on ways to lose readers … mention church (and hell) … mention the poor … criticize a (any) Liberal Bureaucracy. And in a “Me Too!” sort of way I leapt on board his wagon.
The Church Militant …
On the topic of Church:
Archbishop Chaput of Philadelphia, in his Erasmus Lecture for 2014:
“If we ignore the poor, we will go to Hell. If we blind ourselves to their suffering, we will go to Hell. If we do nothing to ease their burdens; then we will go to Hell. Ignoring the needs of the poor among us is the surest way to dig a chasm of heartlessness between ourselves and God, and ourselves and our neighbours.”
Or the poor:
“This is so true that, it would seem, the opposite is also true. This is Christ’s dismissive reply to some liberal posturing from Judas, when He said, “the poor you will always have with you, but me you will not always have.” suggesting that if we ignore God, we will go to Hell.”
Or criticize a (any) Liberal Bureaucracy:
Ambassadors of … a Big Red Shiny …
“Our progressive society has programmized fraternal charity in a desperate ongoing attempt to sanitize and manage reality out of existence and has created the perfect system to facilitate ignoring our neighbours.
Enter the The Nanny State, queue marching bands … Big Red Shiny Maple Leaves Forever … long may they wave from Sea to Shining Sea … over the home of the brave and the land of the free lunch, in which daily we willingly participate, and which State provides us with a wonderful opportunity to ignore the poor, in our spare time while we are ignoring God full time.
The Pool of Worship …
After all, there’s not much time or room left for God when every waking moment of consciousness is totally focused on self worship. Said State even gives cover and plausibility deniability for the murder of any fellow inconvenient souls in the name of dignity and health care, at least until our turn comes … It allows every enfranchised taxpaying citizen to declare glibly, “I gave at the office.”
Meanwhile, the bureaucracy itself ignores the poor, reducing them to an economic transaction, within an administrative routine, whose heartlessness must be experienced, to be believed.
So what’s the point here? Who’s the target here? What are the goals which lead to the perpetuation of these heartless situations? What are the Brass Rings of goal, desires, and rewards of this life, this road, this set of choices for a secular self centered society?
REALITY CHECK FOR PROGRESSIVES: Not too many years ago I spent 18 months pushing the bureaucratic system strings to get a 50-something year old handicapped man enrolled into a program to assist the handicapped for which he had been manifestly qualified as a candidate for almost 50 years.
running Rachel …
Nobody cared enough to ever do anything about him. Because nobody cared, nobody helped, everybody thought somebody was looking after the poor handicapped nobody.
Then I got involved! WTF! Why has nobody ever done anything for this somebody? And even with myself, a motivated, talented highly vocal, champion working hard on his case, phoning and following up and visiting face to face, and – well you get my drift – it took a whole bloody year and a half to get get him enrolled in the program.
The government agency and program which existed solely to help people like this man was mired in requirements and vacant positions and proofs and every conceivable bureaucratic obstacle to prevent people from qualifying instead of helping them to qualify.
Truly, Truly, Heartless. The real goal of the managers and directors charged with overseeing these programs is to PREVENT candidates from qualifying because then you can preserve your budget for doing the things the management bureaucrats think are important. Actually Helping Candidates? Where’s the fun in that?
I’ve was told many times, over the years, by those infinitely my superiors, while working in Social “Services”, “Justice”, and “Health Care”, that the situation merely has to be properly “managed”. Heartless, the putative target of my self-righteous anger and judgement is the uncaring self centered bureaucrat and his/her self centered goals and objectives. But didn’t someone famous recently say “Who am I to judge”?
“Eternity’s Sunrise”, Bill Douglas, from the album “Eternity’s Sunrise”, (2000)
Lots of going to hell and pissing in other people’s soup in the above topics, BUT, IMAO, the ultimate fart in the elevator show stopper is to mention Man’s (or even worse – Woman’s) frailty, especially in a spiritual context:
Frailty from an old site called “Liturgy that Works” even thought some of the links therein seem to no longer work as they originally might have.
Let us pray (in silence) [that we and the whole church may be kept by God’s love]
“God of grace and goodness, you know that by reason of our frailty we cannot but fail; keep us always under your protection and lead us to all things profitable to our salvation;
through Jesus Christ our Lord who is alive with you and the Holy Spirit, one God now and for ever. Amen.”
New Zealand Prayer Book p. 571b
Glenstal Abbey House
The old monk was asked, “So what do the monks do here in this monastery?” To this he replied, “We fall, we get up. We fall, we get up. We fall, we get up.” It is a story just as applicable to ordinary Christian life. Another version has it ending with variations of “…one day we fall and we get up in heaven.”
For you Latin Scholars, this Gelasian Collect for Trinity 15 in the Sarum Missal(11th century) read, “Custodi, Domine, quaesumus, ecclesiam tuam propitiatione perpetua: et quia sine te labitur humana mortalitas, tuis semper auxiliis et abstrahatur a noxis et ad salutaria dirigatur.”
Cranmer translated this for 1549 (Epiphany 5) as:
“KEPE we beseche thee, O Lorde, thy Churche with thy perpetuall mercye: and because the frailtie of man without thee, cannot but fall: Kepe us ever by thy helpe, and leade us to al thynges profitable to our salvacion; through Jesus Christe our Lorde. Amen.”
An Irish Abbey …
The 1662 revisers restored “for all things hurtful” (lost again in the collect at the top):
“KEEP, we beseech thee, O Lord, thy Church with thy perpetual mercy; and, because the frailty of man without thee cannot but fall, keep us ever by thy help from all things hurtful, and lead us to all things profitable to our salvation; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”
International readers of this page may echo my surprise: I cannot find this collect revised in any Anglican prayer books except New Zealand’s! Do let me know if your province’s revised prayer book has it. Just when the church needs all the prayer it can get – as well as acknowledgment of our frailty!
Roman Catholics have this collect tucked away for Tuesday in the second week of Lent, where ICEL has it translated as:
“Lord watch over your Church and guide it with Your unfailing love. Protect us from what could harm us and lead us to what will save us. Help us always, for without You we are bound to fail. Grant this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.”
The great roaring hairy EGO devouring all …
Our frailty, never more immediately obvious than in my own comments here, designed to provoke those who may not share my own views of reality and eternity. How does what I have said above conform to what I wrote on September 23rd, Saturday last.
Everything mentioned may be provably true but the focus is on the frailty of the undefined persons embracing the problems by ignoring them or just walking away, “Sniff …” obviously crass lower castes, every mother’s son of them. The great roaring hairy legged EGO strikes again.
So behold the position of man, with respect to the spiritual life, like a young childe who, finding himself at a fork in the road, cannot proceed alone and knows not which road leads to his home. Two roads lie before him, one leading to the kingdom of the spirit, the kingdom of God, and the other to the kingdom of this world, the kingdom of the flesh, of Mammon.
Which to choose, the calm peaceful kingdom of the spirit? I think we all inherently wish to choose the kingdom of God, but unfortunately the Kingdom of Mammon also has it’s attractions, and these attractions try to seduce us to their path. We struggle against these attractions and allurements, “For the flesh lusteth against the spirit, and the spirit against the flesh; for these are contrary one to another, so that you do not the things that you would.” (Gal 5, 16-24)
Oliver Ridge, 2016
So just where WAS I going with this? Oh yeah! Two Kingdoms, two paths, two realities, two universes, one centered on self and spiritual stagnation and the other centered on God and spiritual growth, and the choosing, Ah yes, the choosing … seems obvious when regarded at leisure, in calm thought, seems obvious, the path of Peace is rooted in humility, the path of Mammon is rooted in pride.
Pride in seeking the first place, at table, at meetings, the first place spiritually, the esteem of others, the regard of others, our self love always tries to make us take a higher place than that which is due us.
There is great harm and great evil in wishing to elevate ourselves above what we are and in preferring ourselves. And we choose the direction in which we proceed, and from these choices flow our joy or our unhappiness.
Last Days Of Summer, 2016
If we have trouble translating these ideas into real life then perhaps a tangible media example of this idea works for us, as portrayed in the film “Last Days Of Summer” which won a gaggle of prizes and critical recognition in late 2016. This Festival Circuit darling, produced by British born OLIVER RIDGE, appeared at the Whistler Film Festival.
Having taken the grand prize for best feature at the Rhode Island Film Festival, the acclaimed drama starring WILLIAM FICHTNER competed at the prestigious Canadian event.
And our point is: “The film tells the story of a suburban husband whose quiet life is turned upside down when he becomes obsessed with the beautiful young woman who moves in next door”. Obsessed with the things of this world, earthly affections, sensual pleasures, all the golden rings of our material society.
“The Beatitudes”, from the album “Biscantorat – The Sound Of The Spirit From Glenstal Abbey” – The Monks of Glenstal Abbey – (2009)
In the face of all that life has to offer, honors, satisfaction, affection of creatures, comforts and riches, the path of peace offers humility, to desire nothing more than what one has, even to give up what one has, not to be eager for riches and pleasures, consolations and fame, or any earthly affections and sensual pleasures. And we choose the direction in which we proceed, and from these choices flow our joy or our unhappiness.
Son rise …
The things of this world, the golden rings of our material society, do not occupy our soul nor cause it harm. The things of this world are neutral with regards to man.
But out of the will and desires of man spring all the evils and joylessness which plague our lives. When we remain attached to our own will and ideas, or remain too fond of our independence, we are “rich in ourselves”, in our self love and pride.
It seems to me that if we seek the affections and approval of creatures and the joys and satisfactions which they can give us, we find only increasing hunger for more.
We find unhappiness with what we actually get, and instead of satiation we get misery with what we find. And we choose the direction in which we proceed, and from these choices flow our joy or our unhappiness.
Choose Wisely, lest we be overwhelmed … (The Great Wave at Kanagawa (from a Series of Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji))
We choose … so choose wisely … so far I am trying to choose NOT to be critical of the choices of others, at least not vocally.
I am choosing NOT to preach about how I think things should be done (and why).
I am choosing not to express my annoyance when things are not going my way.
I am choosing, so far with mixed results, but lots of opportunities to try again keep showing up so I will keep on trying.
And praying … “O Lord,because the frailty of man without thee cannot but fall, keep us ever by thy help from all things hurtful.” …
This Purgatorial struggle to choose the right path, to choose to put away self and make room in my soul …
“Hamachidori“, by Ryutaro Hirota, played by Tokyo Kosei Wind Orchestra & Kazumasa Watanabe, from the album “Konomichi―Favorite Japanese Melodies (Japanese Melody Series)” (2004)
Konomichi―Favorite Japanese Melodies (2004)
David Warren has a concise salient post yesterday – and here’s an excerpt reflecting or echoing my long held views on “gubm’nt”:
… The task of government, in the course of a natural catastrophe, is to maintain order and provide the simplest possible traffic directions to the response. For the most part this must necessarily be neighbour helping neighbour.
Relief efforts on the national scale need some coordinating, too, but they should be drawn from military and other “fixed assets” — from organizations that should themselves be designed to respond, nimbly and flexibly, to any kind of trouble.
A bureaucracy that does nothing but wait ghoulishly for the last widely-publicized disaster to repeat itself is merely a cash pyre. (ed. … as could be said of any bureaucracy after some time has passed)
With less technology but perhaps more science, public authorities in ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia, the Indus, north China, built canals and reservoirs for irrigation and transport, which also anticipated floods.
They did not e.g. spread suburbs across flood plains, then invent insurance plans to recompense the stupid. An extraordinary event might still overwhelm them, but if survived it would provide hints for general improvement and reinforcement. Prudence anticipates the known, but sensibly leaves the unknown to propitiatory prayer.
This we might do again, some day, should we happen to recover our sanity. Build to withstand what can be withstood, whether the power holds or fails. Go with the grain of nature. Think like engineers, not social workers. Let the people make provisions for themselves, and let them, too, learn from experience.
Schloss Bernhart – a humble abode of stone
Too bad the current societal zombie apocalypse has shut down all thought and left only virtue signaling and social programs for the narcissistic inept. It’s all just so … banal.
Banality! Challenge for the ages … domain of the witless, proud tower of the stupid, scan the faces of the crowd at any disaster, hurricane, accident, fire, news report, reality show, Honey Boo Boo … Oh Oh … here we go … “after 100 years on the bottom of the sea divers were amazed to find the pool on the Titanic was still full …oooohhh …
Harvey, Katrina, what kind of suffering humanity do we find interesting, worthy of coverage … this time … not so many Hollywood Heroes rescuing a photo-op, not so many looters, or signs on rooftops asking for drugs instead of rescue … not this hurricane, not this time. Hmmmm … I think I like Texas … my kind of people?
command centre – lower bunker – Schloss Bernhart
Stardate: 201708301300 ONSCREEN! Is it sinfully uncharitable to observe that prudent rectitude might preclude giving aid to egregiously short-sighted performers for provably sub-optimal choices with predictable results?
“Good: Trump fired Comey. About time. I have nothing against the man, but he needed to be fired. Everyone should be fired, it builds character. I will draw the line at hanging, usually. But yes, turn them out on the street, make them earn a living. (I suppose Comey can always move over to being leader of the DNC? ed.)
That is incidentally my scheme for the improvement of all modern business and government. Fire everybody. For instance, fire Trump. By all means fire Trudeau. Get all their henchmen off the public teat.
As gentle reader must know, I am opposed in principle to all non-hereditary office-holding, and employees who expect a steady cheque.
This leads to being ruled by a certain class of pushy, noisome, interfering bosses. In particular, no one should take a management job, unless he is stuck with it. Well, maybe keep Trump. He’s stuck with the job, and doesn’t need the pay. And besides, he seems to be good at firing people. …”
Read the rest here, David Warren rarely disappoints, read him every day.
Why do the progressive elite always find themselves on the wrong side of history? Is it what they are taught at their high toned universities? Or are they just so wrapped up in their narcissistic fantasies that reality never intrudes into their kingdom?
Fond memories have I of reading fairy stories by George MacDonald to my baby daughter, now in her early 20’s …
Lord, what I once had done with youthful might, Had I been from the first true to the truth, Grant me, now old, to do — with better sight, And humbler heart, if not the brain of youth …
The soul’s dark cottage, batter’d and decay’d, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made; Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw nearer to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Love will not backward sigh, but forward strain On in the tale still telling, never told. …
from: The Diary of an Old Soul, by the Scotsman, George MacDonald (1824–1905) with a hat tip to David Warren whose site on which I found this bit.
And we move to change our focus from a warm and fuzzy past to a stark vision, we now look at the frenzy of our daily lives …
“The rule of no realm is mine, but all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are my care. And for my part, I shall not wholly fail in my task if anything passes through this night that can still grow fair or bear fruit and flower again in days to come. For I too am a steward. Did you not know?” – Gandalf/The Return of the King/J.R.R. Tolkien
and “Other evils there are that may come; for Sauron is himself but a servant or emissary. Yet it is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succor of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.” – Gandalf/The Return of the King/J.R.R. Tolkien
Always remember, “be charitable in your judgements, never take yourself too seriously”
As a one time subscriber to Pravda in my teens, I understand exactly what David Warren is talking about here. This article is worth the time to read the whole thing. Just teaser excerpted here:
” … Here is an example of journalistic fraud, more egregious than usual, but not by much.
The CNN television network juxtaposed two aerial photographs from the same angle, one showing the National Mall full of people, the other showing most of it empty. They explained that Picture A showed the crowd for Obama’s first inauguration, Picture B for Trump’s.
They didn’t mention that Picture A was taken while Obama was being sworn in, Picture B three hours before Trump was. It was the “proof” that Obama had outdrawn Trump, picked up and enthusiastically hustled by all other liberal media — and a knowing misrepresentation. Not one in a hundred who saw it will ever learn that they were had.”
“Ballad Of A Thin Man”, Bob Dylan, from the album “Highway 61 Revisited” (August, 1961)
Nicely expressive post by David Warren about our new president — YES! Our New President!
Any Canadian who believes that the Canadian Prime Minister and the Federal apparatchiks running Canada actually set the course of the nation needs to refresh their Kool-Aide.
Canada is a Reactive Oligarchy masquerading as a Parliamentary Democracy, and there is a LOT of lipstick on this particular pig. President Trump WILL set the course for Canada for the next 8 years. Get over it!
” … So yes, the people in the inaugural crowd who shouted that Hillary should go to gaol, had a point. And Donald should surely go there, too. So should everybody. Indeed, it is conventionally Christian to observe, that we all deserve to hang.
I listened carefully to the inaugural speech. You had to be a foreigner to appreciate it. To such an one, it sounded as if the new Chief Executive conceives of Natted States Merica as one yuge protection racket. As I said: better to be in than out.
And on reasons hinted, I think this is for the best. The previous Chief was a fusspot, a nickel-and-dime man, lacking the strategic vision. He was never sure whose side he was on. He set some sort of record for new laws. High time to simplify things.”
Justin and progeny Selfie getting ready for Halloween
David Warren has a rather amusing post here. Aside from confirming a proposition which I have believed (tongue in cheek) for decades. Just google the key assertions (phrases) in his post and watch the reports pop up.
Up close and personal evidence of the truth of the assertions David makes are never more obvious than in this adorable selfie tweeted out by our adorable Prime Minister, the one, the only, Justin The First, or perhaps Trudeau II depending on how you like the lineage and who you feel makes a better image of a founding father.
And, depending on the political views of the media reporting the results get spun to suit their slant. But the important bit is that the studies all seem to present the same observations.
As David reports:
“The findings also agree with my own observations, over the years, and square nicely with some studies I recall from the 1970s, which showed that right wing types in every European country had more active and fulfilling sex lives. In England, for instance, the Young Conservatives were an agreeable social club, in which politics were discussed only during the election campaigns. Whereas, among the Labour youth, everything was policy, policy, policy, and the kids were all tediously discontented. As for the Communists, hooo! They offered a freakshow of creatures who would never get a date, and in the end would have to settle for each other.“
It is alarming to a degree to understand that the science behind the articles which David alludes to in his post is indeed broader and more precise (as in “good” science) than the other “Settled Science” informing government policies regarding Carbon Taxes and billions of taxpayer dollars being spent on a willow-the-wisp. (ed. opinion only)
A couple of things today, short and sweet (“Thank God” says my reader (s))
First check out an excellent post over at David Warren’s blog entitled: “the downside of killing people”. Well worth the time, especially for Canadians who may not have noticed that it is now legal to kill folks in Canada now, not just babies who have no say.
The other point is to adjust a possible misconception or error (on my part) I chatted about three or so posts ago here and here, concerning the point of view of the Spirit. An authority who I respect highly (and thank for his generous direction) has commented:
“Some of your assertions have a dualist slant to them. So there is a seeming metaphysical difficulty in your take on human spirit. Soul and human body are intimately united. The soul, being the kind of thing it is, though spiritual and therefore immortal, is a little “out of sorts” without the body.
I don’t think you can, therefore, say the spiritual soul is outside space and time without qualification. It is spiritual and therefore not quantifiable but it “animates” a particular body located in relation to other bodies. It is immortal, so not time bound as to its persistence but it is created in time, coming into being with the body it vivifies.
As far as the spiritual is concerned, yes, the quality of the immortal soul is all, in the end, that matters. The body will return to dust. However, the sanctification of the spirit is in, many instances, the sanctification of the body and of the material. Conversely, the sanctification of the body, because of their unity, is the sanctification of the spirit or immortal soul.”
This is an important qualification, and one which raises it’s head immediately as you begin thinking about God, Infinity, and His “All-ness” when regarding our spiritual “Not-all-ness”. I am headed in this direction and I apologize for not having adequate words in my vocabulary to describe what I am thinking (yet).
More to follow as it appears on the White Board of my mind.
Charity and Humility, Remember, Remember, Remember
Sunny Choi “Lady Antebellum cut” from the album “Medleys, Vol1:Best Artists Best Songs. 2011.
David Warren made some good points here. David always has good points although he would probably be more popular were it not for the fact that his posts require some thought on the part of “Gentle Reader”.
At another site we find Ben Howediscovering disenchantment. “When your life becomes politics and you are surrounded by people in the industry, you learn a key term: allies. Allies aren’t friends. They may not even be colleagues. They are simply people that you find enough agreement with on enough issues to not go after each other. You don’t have to overtly support one another but you certainly don’t try to hurt each other.
As more and more people knew who I was and I fostered relationships and allies, I found myself more and more having to look the other way. Moments where I would cringe at something someone said, or quietly roll my eyes at a post they wrote, thinking “Gosh, I can’t believe they think that way” or “I swear that person is one tweet away from saying Obama is from Kenya.”
I suppose that having to acknowledge that one was wrong about who they thought were their friends and or allies may just be more difficult than living with being the butt of every acid belittling remark for simply speaking the truth and refusing to back down and go all PC just to be nice. To quote some of my own very close friends and relatives “JOE! We don’t care about facts, we don’t want to talk about facts, we just want to have a pleasant conversation and get along with our friends!“.
My only thought after that is WTF????
Perhaps Pilot said it best just before he murdered Jesus as part of a routine bureaucratic process “What is Truth?”. I know from bitter experience that my truth is often very different from the truth of those around me, who still nevertheless don’t hesitate to scream for help whenever their “truth” bites their collective asses.
And still, after over 40 years of facing this “truth”, I always come to the rescue, while being constantly belittled if I should make even a passing remark regarding the “fact” that facts and decisions are real and have consequences, that it is simply, almost never, “someone else’s fault” no matter how hard we try to pretend.
After 65 years (at least) of telling young people to “Believe your dreams!, You are special! I’m OK, Your OK, you are esteemed and deserve respect.” it could come as no surprise that most adults in modern English society actually believe their fantasies ARE reality.
Quite possibly every single car and truck that ran out of gas fleeing the Fort McMurray Wildfire did run out of gas because the vehicle owner didn’t notice a reality outside their fantasy that didn’t really care what they thought. It should come as no surprise that, in our English culture, after over 400 years of being taught that we are the sole interpreters of truth and morality, that the religion of opportunism “Trumps” the religion of integrity and truth.
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