@msolga,
msolga wrote:
It's OK, I'm sure, Thomas.
Just worked my way through Dys's thread. What a place!
Chaco Canyon is another world. Love it. Love the rocks!
There r billions of worlds on this planet. A world is a sphere of cognition.
Years ago, I had a big, beautiful Golden Retriever dog, named Mike.
He spent most of his life comfortably indoors, but I had some large size water dishes
out on the patio for him. There came a time that I deemed my patio cluttered with
too many big dog water dishes strewn around, so I emptied one of them
and stored it on a structure for sheltering garbage cans.
A few years thereafter, I chanced to stroll near the disused dish
and, looking downward, I saw that leaves from my maple trees had fallen in,
and that a thriving ecosystem was flourishing below accumulated rain water;
all kinds of little fellows frolicking around in there.
It occurred to me, that if thay had a Creation myth,
it woud be of me carrying Mike 's dish over to the garbage can storage shed.
If their society had a Space Program, it woud be to get out of the dish.
Maybe, during moments of silent contemplation, some of them looked up
into their sky and poured out their innermost thoughts and desires,
hoping that I was up above, benevolently looking down upon their world.
Perhaps there was debate among members of that aquatic community
within which citizens who believed in My existence were subjected to scorn,
by the more materialistic among them, because none of them had actually seen Me.
When I was looking down into their little society, if any of them had tried to crucify Me,
I woud not have let him get away with it.
If any prophets among them had visions of an Apocalypse, instead of Horsemen,
thay might have dreaded Mike returning for a drink on a hot day.
Maybe I shoud have given them the One Commandment:
Thou shalt use fonetic spelling.
David