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Setanta, and there are no rehearsals.
Phoenix, I did say "...I think." I guess it was'nt funny enough to be seen as an attempt at humor.
truth
By the way, Frank, I have always believed and argued that certainty is a blue rose--an ideal but never a certainty itself.
Setanta!! So good to see you back on a2k!
I've come to the conclusion that most of us find a belief that we are comfortable with and just go with it. Personally, I would love to come back a few more times in an effort to finally get it right. In fact, in one of my coming lives, I would love to be one of my cousin's dogs. LOL
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JL said to Boo
Quote:BUT, Booman, you ARE influenced by all the big names of Western intellectual history. Our everyday thoughts are soaked with Plato, Descartes, Kant, etc. etc.
One could construe your statement to mean that original thought is non-existent .... there is nothing new under the sun ... all phillosopy has been phillosophised and so on and so forth .... that's not what you meant was it?
thought
Gelisgesti, of course not. Thanks for letting me make that clear. We live in a pool of influences from the past. Our innovations are usually a combination of the new and the old, varying in ratio from one innovation to another.
leaps
C.I., sometmes, but rarely. Quantum changes are usually like major biological mutations: they throw things out of whack. Changes that can be integrated into the moving whole are more successful. This applies to ideas as well. Wow, that makes me sound conservative. I'm only describing, not advocating.
BTW, thanks for the painstaking description of your 15 day south american trip. Really enjoyed it.
JLN, It was probably painful to read, but thanks for the effort.
c.i.
Where do you go after you die?
1) Cemetary
2) Dust in the wind
3) Ocean burial
4) Lost in the forest
5) Disneyland
I pick door number four, Bob!
Why take up finite cemetary space when my body can feed
the worms, birds, bears and trees?
If nobody else is going to eat me, the forest is where I'd like to go.
The more (animal) passages I go through, the more fertilizer I can be...
CodeBorg wrote:Where do you go after you die?
1) Cemetary
2) Dust in the wind
3) Ocean burial
4) Lost in the forest
5) Disneyland
I pick door number four, Bob!
Why take up finite cemetary space when my body can feed
the worms, birds, bears and trees?
If nobody else is going to eat me, the forest is where I'd like to go.
The more (animal) passages I go through, the more fertilizer I can be...
Ths soul returns to it's maker. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away..."
I was made from fertilizer.
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Codeborg wrote
Quote:Where do you go after you die?
1) Cemetary
2) Dust in the wind
3) Ocean burial
4) Lost in the forest
5) Disneyland
I pick door number four, Bob!
Why take up finite cemetary space when my body can feed
the worms, birds, bears and trees?
If nobody else is going to eat me, the forest is where I'd like to go.
The more (animal) passages I go through, the more fertilizer I can be...
Haven wrote.
Ths soul returns to it's maker. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away..."
Quote:
Haven ..
Serious question .....How does the soul know when it is time to return.
Codeborg,
Seems like a complicated formula for fertilizer .
When I took Biology as an undergraduate, each and every day of the term, the prof would repeat, "Sperm and Eggs". After awhile, I started to believe I was hearing "Bacon and Eggs"!
do not stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there - i do not sleep,
i am in the thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow,
i am the gentle showers of rain,
i am the fields of ripening grain,
i am in the morning hush,
i am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight,
i am the starshine of the night,
i am in the flowers that bloom,
i am in a guiet room,
i am the birds that sing,
i am in each lovely thing
do not stand at my grave and cry,
i am not there, i did not die.
babsatamelia wrote:do not stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there - i do not sleep,
i am in the thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow,
i am the gentle showers of rain,
i am the fields of ripening grain,
i am in the morning hush,
i am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight,
i am the starshine of the night,
i am in the flowers that bloom,
i am in a guiet room,
i am the birds that sing,
i am in each lovely thing
do not stand at my grave and cry,
i am not there, i did not die.
I like it alot, babs - where's that from?
