Robin1:This refutes Curtis. There is more evidence for the truth of Christ in this than there is evidence of the falseness of Christ in Curtis's essay. <snip>
Curtis1:I think an example of human produced art reinforces my point, which is that there is much to enjoy aesthetically during Christmas regardless of what you believe about the religious side of the holiday. Bach's music is no more proof of a supernatural agency than Vince Vance's, and if my musical taste is the benchmark, my ipad is Bach free right now but Vince is on seasonal rotation. Robin2: I think you make a very good point here, Curtis. This is something I won't be saying again. I can't think of anything to say to refute you, and I think that is always significant. I defer to you totally. I wish, however, you would not go at me with that particular inimitable combination of brain and soul--which is your trademark. But I like being defeated like this. It's good for me. A little crucifixion--without all the glory--or the promise. I liked it when no was around who could push me around. I get things are going to be different now. But I can take it, Curtis. Someday I might think of something to criticize about you, but for now, I just like saying: You are one mighty fine thinker. It's simple: You're right; I'm wrong. But this feels good to me, Curtis. Robin1: Reality favours Bach--and Bach was not as funny as Curtis, but his music is so much more beautiful. Beauty wins here over writing and humour. Curtis1: : Well if the new standard for epistemological merit of anyone's post is now the greatest art from Western civilization than I don't really see how you expect to fare any better. Especially when you seem to be speaking on behalf of "reality" again because reality just called me after a series of urgent texts and I am reality's new mouthpiece, you have been let go Robin. Sorry to have to break it to you but reality was too much of a Nancy boy to do it itself. Robin2: You are pulling my leg here, right, Curtis? Again, I can't quite follow you--not at this speed. I have neither the wit nor the will. But as far as I am concerned, reality is a whore--if she loved me as she did, and now she wants to accept you as her lover. Cuckolded. But I think she finds you sexier. I can live with that, Curtis. I just feel that we have played with all the toys in our sandbox--and I know what your dump trucks can do, and what my bulldozers can do. I like just watching your blue dump trucks go through and down all the roads I made when we last played together. I can't keep up, Curtis. But don't feel bad about this. I will be fine. > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "authfriend" <authfriend@> wrote: > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater <no_reply@> wrote: > > > <snip> > > > > This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless > > > > very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y > > > > though. > > > > > > Here, try this: > > > > > > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM > > > > This refutes Curtis. There is more evidence for the truth of Christ in this > > than there is evidence of the falseness of Christ in Curtis's essay.a > > Reality favours Bach--and Bach was not as funny as Curtis, but his music is > > so much more beautiful. Beauty wins here over writing and humour. > > Inspired--it's like you balanced creation with this, authfriend. Bach has > > the last word. Which means (for me) Christmas was once real. The tiny hands > > of the infant born in Bethlehem formed the stars. And Mary, I trust > > her--and Joe too. The painting instills belief too. It certainly was all > > true. Every Word of it. > > > > > > > > "Jauchzet, frohlocket," Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 > > > The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra & Choir > > > Ton Koopman (conductor) > > > > > > Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, > > > Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! > > > Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, > > > Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! > > > Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, > > > Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! > > > > > > Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, > > > praise what today the highest has done! > > > Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, > > > begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! > > > Serve the highest with glorious choirs, > > > let us honour the name of our Lord! > > > > > >
