My stock of incandescent lightbulbs outlasted the Biden administration.

Sunday School yesterday was easily one of the top 5 spiritual Gospel Doctrine classes I have ever been in and about all we did was read Joseph Smith History verses 10-26.

I have found that the Holy Ghost is very present and the veil is thin.

A Navajo sister broke down part way through reading one of the verses about persecution and after that it was a struggle not to sob.

I dreamed I was walking down a covered walkway.  On the one side was an older house from the 60s.  On the other side was a cinderblock building with cheap doors in it, like a storage unit where someone had cheaped out and used interior doors.  I opened one of them.  the doorway was full, top to bottom, with soil.  I scraped at the soil and it fell off, revealing that it was just an inch layer of dirt held in place by floor to ceiling chicken wire.  But the rooms behind the other doors were not like that, they were just dirt.

I dreamed that there was a mid-century bungalow style house on the side of a hill, one story high on the upward slope and two-stories high on the downward.  The downward slope had a balcony on the second story.  I and a brown-haired young woman and a mild old man with a trim and mostly grey beard were standing on a balcony looking up at the stars in the deep twilight.  We were looking because something peculiar had happened.  The stars had white names and degrees listed next to them in the sky.  One was labeled “Kishkumen’s star.”  On the upslope side of the house some neighbors pulled in to our driveway in their station wagon.  They were coming to see if we had an explanation for the phenomenon, seeing as we three were all LDS.

There’s something Faulkner says that I always associate with Shelby Foote, who I heard it from first.

For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it’s all in the balance, it hasn’t happened yet, it hasn’t even begun yet, it not only hasn’t begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that position and those circumstances which made more men than Garnett and Kemper and Armistead and Wilcox look grave yet it’s going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesn’t need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think This time. Maybe this time with all this much to lose and all this much to gain: Pennsylvania, Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory.

I wish I could find a clip of Foote reciting it.  There’s a tight analogy here with the social justice left.  Many of them are quite well meaning.  Their problem is (the well-meaning ones) that they are lost in the past.  For them, its always 1965 and they are marching in Selma and this time, this time, we’ll achieve perfect justice.

That shouldn’t be our attitude towards the Doctrine and Covenants.  If you really let yourself–and you should–you can feel that sense of magic.  A time and place where the heavens opened, where God spoke, where Jehovah stood in the air and thundered, and revelations poured down like dew from heaven.  But you shouldn’t stop there.  If you don’t long for Nauvoo or the plains or the early Valley you are kinda broken as a Saint.  But if you stop there, you are stagnant as a Saint.  You have to move on to living your own age of miracles.  If the heavens are quieter with you than they were with Joseph, don’t descend into an elegiac mood.  Prepare yourself. This is the calm before the storm.

At one point in the New Testament, Peter tries to give the Savior a pep talk, telling him he didn’t need to die on the cross. Perhaps he just didn’t want Jesus to be so pessimistic. The Good Shepherd replied with,

23 But he turned, and said unto Peter, Get thee behind me, Satan: thou art an offence unto me: for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men.
24 ¶ Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
25 For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.
26 For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? Matt 16:22-26

Now, why am I posting this? I was angry when I last posted about Brandon Sanderson and his apostacy. Stages of Grief, perhaps. If the pattern of LDS artists who make it big holds, he will dwindle into obscurity and become a footnote. But I should be less contentious… while still speaking the truth boldly.

But this has given me much to ponder. One person pointed out, it may be he has a child who is struggling with this. There are many members who throw their beliefs and covenants away at the first sign of LGBTQ+ struggle or questioning in their children.

This is a level of Niceness that is Abhorrent Sin. As CS Lewis said, The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men.
In coming days, we are going to need both charity and faith guiding hardness. If we are this soft and weak, we will merely be puppets for any man or devil to manipulate. So easy to manipulate. We can not be a light to the world, if we are shaken by every wind. We need to be kind like the Savior and CS Lewis, not the World.

One of the talks in the most recent General Conference, talked about flying a kite. A child wished to see the kite fly higher, so he suggested they cut the string. But the Father saw the folly in that, because it was only that string that held it up. Our difficulties are not our enemies.

I remember a story from Conference not long ago, about a man who drove into the mountains to get firewood, but his truck got stuck in the snow. Since he was already there, he cut wood and loaded his truck. Then he tried again to drive in the snow, and was successful. The weight of the truck made him able to get through the snow he could not have otherwise. We do ourselves and others a grave disservice if we deny others their struggles and weights.

Abraham could not have become the Father of the Faithful, without first sacrificing Isaac. That seems a bit paradoxical, but it is no less true. Nor could Jesus have sat down next to the Father, without first undergoing Gethsemane and Golgotha. Our desire to follow Jesus must also include bearing our crosses, and not stealing them from others. It is taking the Atonement away from people. They need the power of the Savior in their lives.

The Savior said he can make our burdens light. Do we believe in Jesus? Do we believe Jesus? It is easy to believe Him when nothing is on the line. When things are difficult, is when the rubber meets the road, and we learn what we really think.

Of course, we should comfort the afflicted, but we dare not deny them the Cross they so desperately need. There are some who are too nice and too comforting, to where they will deny all crosses, to make things easier. They are damned souls who do such things. Utah in particular, is especially vulnerable to this kind of apostacy.

In the climax of one of Sanderson’s Stormlight books, Dalinar (a repentant Warlord) is offered to have all his pain and guilt taken away by a demigod Odium (Divine hatred, without context or restraint). Dalinar replies with a defiant shout, “You can not have my pain!”.

May we all understand this, and bear our crosses, and not take them from others.

Entropy Engine Ch. III

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The Book of Mormon for a long time was more seen as a miraculous sign than as a source of scriptural content.  For a long time, the Doctrine and Covenants has been the opposite: mined for doctrine.   But it would be better if we balanced that by also seeing the Doctrine and Covenants as itself a miraculous sign that the heavens are still open.  In a sense it almost doesn’t matter what God wants to talk to you about–the mindblowing thing is that God is talking to you!  Let it be his views on the dimensions of the temple, so long as it be His!

Approach the Doctrine and Covenants not only for what is in it but as a celebration that it exists at all, pay extra attention to your patriarchal blessings and General Conference talks this year, make a revelation journal yourself, and you will not be far from the mark.  Your theme this year should be that the Heaves are Open.

In Lehi’s dream, there is a fountain that starts clean and then quickly becomes dirty.  The image  you should have in the D&C is not a fountain flowing from Joseph Smith from which we now draw refreshment.  The image is a fountain that sinks into your soil, and mine, that saturates all of mount Zion, and now a new fountain is springing up where I am and where you are, saturating the soil even more, and my children and yours are also now fountains, and our neighbors, our friends, their children, fountain after fountain after fountain, and now the whole  hillside is one great spring and the flow is too wide and too clear to ever be dirtied.

The Entropy Engine, Chapter 2

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While the benefits of acquiring Greenland are probably obvious–

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Notes

Why was this written in such an unusual way?

In terms of structure, this chapter was written as a chiasmus. This is an ancient poetic form found in both the Bible and the Book of Mormon. It is especially common in the Book of Isaiah. While we don’t typically use them today, understanding this is vital to understanding what scripture means. And this story naturally lent itself to this form.

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The Entropy Engine

A three chapter meditation in fiction about thermodynamics, and LDS theology in the tradition of Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas Hofstaedter.

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I am currently reading Brandon Sanderson’s most recent tome, Wind and Truth, the final book in the first five book arc of his massive Stormlight Archive. This book is nearly as long as the Old Testament. That is not hyperbole, nor a complaint. 491,000 words vs the Old Testament KJV 609,425 words. Probably the last Sanderson book I will ever read. There were some issues like lame dialogue and bloat, but that isn’t my concern here.

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A drum corps was providing the rhythm for a great military review, led by two drum majors, one snazzily dressed in pearl gray and the other in ivory.

All went well until one drummer started doing his own beat.  Some of the marchers got off.

The major in pearl gray signaled for louder beats.  Surely this would drown out the errant drummer.  But the errant drummer continued to play in the pauses between the beats.  The chaos continued.  The drum major in pearl gray shrugged and asked his colleague if he had any ideas.

The drum major in ivory signaled for creativity and improvisation.  By varying the patterns within the basic structure of the marching rhythm, the drum corps would not only keep the marchers going but also provide an attractive experience that the out of sync drummer would want to enjoy, thus luring him back into rhythm.  It didn’t work.  The out of sync drummer simply played louder so it could still be heard that he was doing his own thing.

But then the first drum major signaled for louder beats and the second signaled for continued improvisation on the basic rhythm, and this combination ended the sound of the different drummer, whether because he rejoined the group or because he could no longer be heard, and the review went on.

I am told that Elon Musk has asked for more positive news.  Here I am, answering the call:

There are more 84-year old South Koreans than there are 1-year old South Koreans.

Everyone loves Grandmas.