Regarding #344202
Wow, watching the decline. The weird transpositions between thought and fingers, words getting typed, or for that matter read, I swear I typed and saw “Mom”. It gets ever more curiouser curiouser watching the posted paragraphs and what shows up in leu of what I think I typed. Fortunately, it’s smallish stuff, grammatical details, but getting worse not better. The constant distractions are part of it, but that’s a constant, this is increasing. Weird thing is, it’s okay, not enough of a future out there to have me worrying about it. I had my time and it was good. That’s not true inside, my body won’t allow me get too lazy, so I do what I can, just keep on, keeping on. But, the spirit, the soul, the young hope and passion and promise in humanity and the world has been evaporated. Think about it, there’s not one natural Earth Sciences topic, that can be discussed without reference to the destruction man is inflicting. Those cascading destructive consequences. {I think of the horror Attenborough must live with, having gotten to know our natural world so intimately a half century ago and visiting those places now. Every spectacular nook and cranny on this spectacular Earth is a shadow of what it was just a few decades back, let alone a few centuries back.
What “future hope” people do create for themselves seems all based on the same “more consumption, more disregard for others", game plan that the Age of Expansion set up for history. How do we deal with all that? I do it by accepting the fatalism and fact that I have but one life to live and it’s nearing its end. Blessed in memories of a sweeter more promising world and a life well lived. Today I’m fortunate enough to live offsides of the reality in a way most others aren’t. But I still feel it and know it’ll reach our little corner. All my people around here believe in the future with wonderful plans, and wonderful day to days, believing we will figure it out and be okay and the future is bright beyond the current gloom. I don’t argue, I’m good with the dream, I sure as hell hope I’m the one that’s wrong and they are correct. It would be wonderful.
Okay back to the God thing. I believe Gods are very real.
I believe that many people need something bigger, something eternal, absolutely reliable in their lives. Something that knows the answers to all. That’s why they reached for Gods, each tailored to their own needs and understanding of their own human condition. Gods are valid, gods are real.
Even today as science reveals ever more layers upon layers of constructive biological complexity, it can easily overwhelm our limited minds, and for many God is needed for some sort of resolution to how all this complexity could possibly function without a something behind it, or one’s mind would blow up.
And indeed, there is a something behind it, but nothing that does us here on Earth any good, so we need to dream up our own gods which we do with alacrity.
The thing we need to get a grip with is that they are characters of our Mindscape, the mental realm. Respecting the physical material world we live within and the fact of Earth’s Evolution and biosphere, and the rules all that exists by.
This brings me full circle to what started this ramble that went beyond my expectation. Now I don’t have time to comment on all the cool stuff that followed that post. I beg your indulgence. ?
Allow the belated correction, since I can’t edit the original.
Toddler: “What is god?”
Mother: “A speck of dust that wanted to be more.”
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