[Krimel] disposable diapers, [SA] I'm contributing pounds and pounds of those with the son and all,
[Krimel] There is a lot of bullshit thrown out here about cosmic purpose and teleology and high falutin' jibber jabber. But let me ask you this: when that little guy delivers you a pant load and cries, is there any doubt in your mind what your 'purpose' is? When he gurgles and smiles and says his first words and takes a few steps, do you need to make up new words to describe the ultimate meaning of life? What verbal house of card suspended in hot air can tell you more about who you are and why you are here than those small waves of worry the pass across his brow as he is falling asleep? Is your purpose innate in the cosmos, filtered refractions of a higher being or genetic code, proteins and carbon molecules in harmony with history? In this virtual world of point and counterpoint, duck and cover; it is a matter of honor and intellect. In the world of whimpers and smiles it is a matter of fact and you'd have to be defective not to get it. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
