As someone posted to me, "It's hard not to know". This applies everywhere and has been the source of a lot of wasted time on my part, if time can be said to be wasted...
I suppose the waste is repetition of methods that contribute to decay and darkness when those qualities are not called for. They are highly appropriate when speaking of compost, though the bacteria might protest at this point and say, "Hey, now, wait just a minute, there..." because as is mentioned in the Old Testament, there is a time for all things, [and most of the people who bother to read my rants are familiar with the lyrics, so I don't need to recite them here].
There is never enough information, and that must be where trust comes in, or the "F" word, Faith, a quality I like the idea of but am suspicious of the born again Christian spin that has been slathered all over it.
It has never seemed to me to have anything to do with blindly following some guy in a pulpit or even some guy w/a mitre and expensive shoes, but more about deeply knowing that all the information exists, and is known by some knower, and trusting that that knower knows better than I ever will or can.
The brain is a wonderful machine for that which it was designed, but limited in the face of the infinite.
Underneath the leaves and the pavement and the dust of the road is love, a highly durable commodity, but an unpredictable one.
Love is what inflicts pain, if that is what is needed to shift resistance, Love is what turns the light on, and sometimes off. I suspect in all the occurrences and relationships that arise and subside, there is only one thing that creates them, maintains them and moves them along and that is Love, whatever form it may come in.
I can only live in a created universe that is, at its core, benevolent.
If it isn't, I am content to find out later.
I suppose the waste is repetition of methods that contribute to decay and darkness when those qualities are not called for. They are highly appropriate when speaking of compost, though the bacteria might protest at this point and say, "Hey, now, wait just a minute, there..." because as is mentioned in the Old Testament, there is a time for all things, [and most of the people who bother to read my rants are familiar with the lyrics, so I don't need to recite them here].
There is never enough information, and that must be where trust comes in, or the "F" word, Faith, a quality I like the idea of but am suspicious of the born again Christian spin that has been slathered all over it.
It has never seemed to me to have anything to do with blindly following some guy in a pulpit or even some guy w/a mitre and expensive shoes, but more about deeply knowing that all the information exists, and is known by some knower, and trusting that that knower knows better than I ever will or can.
The brain is a wonderful machine for that which it was designed, but limited in the face of the infinite.
Underneath the leaves and the pavement and the dust of the road is love, a highly durable commodity, but an unpredictable one.
Love is what inflicts pain, if that is what is needed to shift resistance, Love is what turns the light on, and sometimes off. I suspect in all the occurrences and relationships that arise and subside, there is only one thing that creates them, maintains them and moves them along and that is Love, whatever form it may come in.
I can only live in a created universe that is, at its core, benevolent.
If it isn't, I am content to find out later.
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