As it was in the beginning, is now, and forever. (more…)
Peace like a river. (more…)
Filed under: Deseret Review | Tags: afterlife, all things before my face, eternity, forever, LDS, memory and experience, Mormon, Mormonism, remembrance and memory
[Regular readers know I try to derive sophomoric humor from taking on the character of a lumbering seven-foot-tall asthmatic-villain-American who dresses in black plastic armor and has medical issues. (more…)
Blessed are the gentiles, because of their belief in me, in and of the Holy Ghost.
Which is why we are under solemn covenant to mourn with those that mourn. Reading Dan’s blog this week has been awfully hard on the photoreceptors, which don’t respond well to saltwater immersion.
And please consider making a modest donation to nowilaymedowntosleep.org, which Dan has indicated provided its free services to his family. I visited the web site and it seems like a very worthy charity.
Just as we have parts that exist in space, we have parts that exist over time. We are the sum of our temporal parts, even though not every one of those parts is essential for our identity. Conversely, none of our temporal parts is the whole of who we are. As four dimensional wholes, we are never simply the person who exists at a single point in time.
All the temporal parts of a person (or object) carry the same ontological weight
Think of heaven as the place where the ontological equality of temporal parts becomes absolutely real.
I’ve believed that for awhile. I thought I was the only one, so its comforting to see that this is path others have made.
But I’m not sure about his notion that we can continue to act at any point in time, rewriting the past, as it were. This past doesn’t look rewritten.
Why is living in the past so popular a pastime?
. . . .
Bruce Charlton’s commenter Arakawa has derived his own version of the amphibious synthesis of time and eternity. (more…)
On the sweetness of Mormon life. (more…)
Filed under: Deseret Review | Tags: all things before my face, child, children, father, fatherhood, LDS, Mormon, Mormonism, on the sweetness of Mormon life
There is only one Christmas. Each year it comes a little more into view. (more…)
I’m going to swim out into deep waters in this post. Stand by with lifesavers. (more…)
Filed under: Deseret Review,We transcend your bourgeois categories | Tags: all things before my face, LDS, memory and experience, Mormon, Mormonism, pseudo-intellectual philosophizing
I saw the other day the Sphinx’s painted face.
She had painted her face in order to ogle Time.
And he has spared no other painted face in all the world but hers.
Delilah was younger than she, and Delilah is dust. Time hath loved nothing but this worthless painted face. (more…)