God without Mankind

Lemme read it later tonight if I can.

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today

Shouldn't the statement be, "man without god?"

I wonder if there has ever been a civilization without gods?

Does anyone know of any?

(Please, don't offer the Soviet Union!)

I have read that the Dogon people of the Sahel were such, can't vouch for it, though.

Ah, ye of little faith. My goodness, folks. You should all read the short story and understand its import.

It has nothing to do with a supreme being..grrrrrrrrr. It has to do with the need for being.

There are very few premeditated murders..just crimes of passion.

and, Setanta,
Imagine if you one day wake,
And all would go away...

The other day
Upon the stair
I met a man
Who wasn't there
He wasn't there
Again today
I truly wish
He'd go away . . .

No, you don't Setanta. Although that snippet is one of mystery and beauty, it's the man on the stairs who keeps us a prisoner of the mind.

I have heard that somewhere,
Have heard the speaker say,
Give all your gold and money,
But not your soul away.

and when in vacant sorting,
We think of what could be,
We have to reconsider
There's only you and me.

The panther--the man--the slaughter.
The justification--the ability to accept today,
but to remember tomorrow
and to let the future take care of itself.

Hey, boss. The biggest non-event?
What will it be in 2004?

The super bowl.

Thanks for this, Set.

I did a search on Google -- and came up with something that seems to indicate that they do have religion. Not sure how far back some of this stuff goes.

http://www.maliexpeditions.com/english/info_mali_site3.htm


Definitely not an easy task to find a culture that did not have gods of some sort. Superstition is a very powerful force.

Good morning all.

Frank, didn't I see you take someone to task, Steve, I believe, for getting way off topic?

To me this thread was a chance to look at what happens to a man who is forced to survive in a desolate place, a place where his only companion is a predator, one with whom he bonds. Then, with the intervention of humans, he kills the only thing that had helped him get through the ordeal.

This was a powerful short story, folks. I really regret that it took the wrong turn.

I certainly do not remember doing that. I've often spoken out for allowing threads to go where they will -- I'm not a big fan of trying to force converstation in just one direction. But I guess I may have said something, since you seem to think I did. Refresh my memory, I'll try to comment on this.




Well discuss that if you want to!

Why are you bothered that tangental material comes in?

If anyone is actually discussing what you find interesting -- carry the on the conversation with them.

Something that was said prompted a question in me -- I asked it. Set was kind enough to respond. I provided him with some information I thought intersting.

Frankly, the thread doesn't seem to be getting an overwhelming display of interest -- and I didn't think I was interrupting anything.




If the question I ask is what caused this thread to be going nowhere -- I apologize.

Frank, it was on your thread about Jesus condemning slavery. Steve asked something about George Washington's having owned slaves.

No need to apologize. You are right. This thread didn't go anywhere.

Just being my usual flippocative (flippant + provocative) self Letty, but on another thread

<smile> Well, Steve, Since this thread isn't running true, I will answer your question about Washington and slavery here.

When Washington left office, he freed all his slaves. Relying on my memory, I think Jefferson and the gang talked extensively about the slavery issue, and decided that it should not be a part of the dissolution between our guys and yours. Hey, just because they were good guys didn't mean they weren't savvy politicians.

Hmmm. I see that OAK is feeling as sassy as his acorns.

Piggies like acorns, I like piggies, and piggies like me

The common ancestor:

I can tell by your jaw that a monkey was your Pa,
So we're bound to look like a monkey when we get old.

I can tell by your face that you're from the monkey race,
So we're bound to look like a monkey when we get old.

I can tell by your hands, that you're from the monkey clans,
So we're bound to look like a monkey when we get old.

For the panther so sleek:

She purred in the desert,
She sought out her prey,
She first watched his fear,
Then roughed-tongued it away,
She protected this man, so much alone,
Not one condemnation, no cold heart of stone.
And when he decided her being was wild,
And then took her life,
Her green eyes just smiled,
The feral still there
But in civilized style.

and the desert
Was still a god with
No mankind.