There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate — the genetic and neural fate — of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death.
I was driving back from a friend’s house a couple of evenings ago. I’m feeding and watering his ducks (3 Campbell crosses, one miscellaneous), chickens (5 Plymouth rocks), and one goat (hyper-active). The sun had just set seconds before I got into the car. On my left, the snow-covered Manzanos took the exact color of the twilight on my right.
The moment was breathtaking. A voice, or something like it, said in my mind, ‘Time is sin. Time is error.” The sense, I think, was that all pure moments bleed into each other, are, in a sense, the same moment. It was a good thought for Christmastime.
I’m not sure why I’m growing to like this painting so much.
Sometimes art just hits you the right way.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and forever. (more…)
Peace like a river. (more…)
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[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?
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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…)
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