Has anything changed during the past few weeks while I have been absent? Oh, yes. So much. So very, very much. But, then, too, a few things never really change.
I have said I believe there is real, genuine, incontrovertible good and evil. Most of us, it seems, are born with a blend of both, a mix of each, a recipe which includes a measure of these ingredients in similar proportions. A few are born with great clarity of one or the other. This seems to deny the existence of a Supreme Being, for does it seem reasonable and logical for a deity to create a human who is bound to evil from birth until death?
Ah, the wind blows and the Earth whirls and our lives move from beginning to end without rhyme or reason.
Moving right along .... as well as swimming and sunning and gunning and thinking about paths and roads and trails to follow during the time I have been away (and, of course, messing around a bit and drinking brandy, too), I have been reading a series of novels which frighten me in the sense of bringing my own history into focus. They remind me of my own life in many ways, and bring the past into the present. It is a unique phenonmenon to me. What makes it most fascinating is that the author's personal life experiences are different from my own. He writes about fictional characters, but some of those characters could have been me and people I have known. To blend and to mix a cliché or two: What some people imagine has been reality for other people.
Another person's dreams, or imagination, or creative sense form images which were real for other people. It seems strange, but it makes me wonder if we all are characters in a story written by a Supreme Being (in a sense), and the concept of free will exists only as an illusion. You see? Arguments both against and for a Supreme Being.
What a waste of time.
By the way, while I think I have decided what my next path will be, I will stop writing now and conclude this post with "m2k" rather than "30," in the manner and style of reporters who existed before the age of computers. "Symbolic speak" was around before the era of texting, you know.
As for the song: This is what music once was and, maybe, once will be again .... but, I doubt it will be in the near future. Only a few generations produce wonderment; most generations produce trash and, so far, the 21st Century in (at least) the U.S. has been trash music; junk literature; regurgitated, failed, impudent political leadership; and inexcusable cowardice to defend, protect and guard the innocent from the evil.
My, I am sassy this evening (whoops, it actually has become morning).... am I not ?? Well, whatever. I still am laughing ....
-- M2K --