--- In [email protected], Duveyoung <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Unk, > > I find not the lease friction with your words below. > > But, hey, in my loneliness, why not allow me to have an > imaginary playmate?
No problemo. I'm not trying to "sell" these ideas, just to explain why they make sense to me, kinda, right now. By next week they may not. > I'm not thinking that there's an old white guy stroking his > beard and inventing puzzles that make us scratch bloody > furrows in our scalps trying to un-knot them. > > But, I love the concept! SciFi author Spider Robinson once said, "If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron." <snip> > If I can't posit a sentient God, then where's the fun in that? We can posit anything we want. I just posited a universe without a God in it. It was fun. If it's fun for you to posit one with a God in it, go for it. :-) > I get the Buddhist void thingy, honest, I think I really do, > but what poet can resist having a nice red wheelbarrow to > write about? > > The Red Wheelbarrow > William Carlos Williams > > so much depends > upon > > a red wheel > barrow > > glazed with rain > water > > beside the white > chickens. Interestingly enough, that poem was one of Rama's (the teacher I studied with for a while) favorites. <snip> > So, Unk, in your silent traveling that takes no time, > next to the paths you do not walk, aren't flowers of > every sort, strewn madly like confetti? > > Do you miss it? Do you miss the times when their colors > could suck you into oblivion? Miss what? You think the world needs a God in it to be captured by its beauty? It doesn't. The flowers are still there, still beckoning. But God didn't plant them. They just grew. Wildflowers do that. :-)
