In Yuma, Arizona today, I have no idea what might have happened. Once, without going to a library and rummaging through microfiche in the dust laden corner of the second basement, I would never be able to find out. And if I did, I would wonder why there was not some simpler way of finding out. Now I can search the internet and know what did happen and what some think happened. I can find truth and conspiracies involving Yuma. It will take some time, but it can be done with relative ease. The problem is that I couldn’t care less what happened in Yuma today or most any day.
Religion, he said, is inherently illogical and the older the religion, the more illogical it becomes, accreting absurdity over time. A corollary of this proposition is that the more organized a religion claims to be, the more its spirituality is buried under rules and regulations which only illustrate the principal proposition set forth above. Humans create religion not to explain the unexplainable but to justify ignorance and their unwillingness to search and risk finding answers that conflict with their desired view of life and decomposition. But, he concluded, do not for a second believe that atheists have it right, for theirs is a religion of utter illogic and rigidity certain of the nonexistence of an idea that they believe they can demonstrate, but have not, and they will be damned if they will stop trying.
When it all ends, just what will you being doing the moment before. Of course you cannot know, for you have no idea just when it will end. And if it ends as a result of your actions, then you won’t know that it is your action that is ending it, so that is no winner in this game. And before you get lost in thought, ponder this simple concept deeply first. Since I haven’t told you what it is, you can’t know even when it ends. And by the way it just did.
In many ways thoughts are very much like cats. By that I mean that they are known to wander in and stay as long as they like and never a moment longer. If you feed or stroke them they may linger, but please rest assured that if you really want them to stay, try though you might, they will find an open window or door and be gone the next time you look.
Somewhere in the world at this very moment, something remarkable is being laid to ruin. It is our nature to tear down what we cannot understand, what we hold different, what does not comport with our present view of how things ought to be. Somewhere in the world at this very moment something remarkable is being born, is being created, is arising out of an idea, a thought, an emotion. We are all somewhere in the world at this very moment.
He walks into the room hoping he won’t be seen and if seen, won’t be recognized. Not many know him, none, he is certain, truly know him, merely his image and the idea they have of him. It has been this way for centuries, and he can barely recall the acts done, the words spoken in his name. He has been here forever but they wait, patiently, expecting a return he cannot make until they let go of their dreams and see the reality of him.
They say, “there will come a day,” but I have no idea who they might be, and why today is not the day since it came and even they had to notice it’s sudden arrival. But that’s the problem, for “will come” is in the future and the future offers only tomorrows.