Metaphysics, a poem 26 Oct 201226 Oct 2012 It rains. It rains here and now. It rains on the possible fat men in that doorway. It rains in the desert. It rains in the jungle. It’s conventional. It rains in the holes. It rains in the shadows. It rains vaguely here, with a fuzzy edge to the drops. The colours of the rainbow shade into each other, But on the whole we can tell one from another. We universally hate the rain. We mutter under our breath about rain. It does not rain in every possible world. Just in the actual one, here and now. It rains on the concrete. It rains on the objects. It’s hard to determine why. God help us zombies. Humor Metaphysics
Humor Wicked ways with Mormons 25 Mar 2009 At Laurie’s blog, The Critical Thinker’s Speakeasy. ‘Course, I don’t think this actually happened. My own Mormon stories are much more restrained. After 20 minutes of arguing, in which I quoted the Bible at some Mormon missionaries, one said “But the Bible is not accurate. You need the Book of… Read More
Metaphysics Evolution Quotes: Feyman on religion and science 15 Jun 2010 I do not believe that science can disprove the existence of God; I think that is impossible. And if it is impossible, is not a belief in science and in a God – an ordinary God of religion — a consistent possibility? Yes, it is consistent. Despite the fact that… Read More
Humor The real cause of the economic crisis: AC/DC 27 Oct 2008 The Grauniad has a front page item pinpointing the real cause of the economic crises of the part 30 years: the Australian/British group, AC/DC, or Acker-dacker as we call them here. Because when pants hems move up, the FTSE moves down, you know… I always knew Australia was the root… Read More
It rained here as well, and now the cranes migrate southward. Shouldn’t that mean spring for your location and a happy shower rather than melancholy drizzle?
An old one you may find pleasing. Modern translation is often just given as goose so it is somewhat easy to miss. I have news for you: The stag bells, Winter snows, Summer has gone; Wind high and cold, The sun low, Short its course The sea running high; Deep red the bracken Its shape lost, The wild goose has Raised its accustomed cry; Cold has seized The birds’ wings Season of ice This is my news. …… ro gab gnáth giugrann guth translated above as ‘the wild goose has raised its accustomed cry’ I prefer ‘usualness has taken hold of the barnacle goose call’ ro-gab (take hold) gnáth (customary/usual) giugrann (wild goose/ barnacle goose) guth (cry/call) I am rather fond of it.
Zombies do not feel the rain, but act exactly as if they do. We who are men cannot tell zombies by how they react to the rain. Neither can zombies, and they act exactly as if they cannot.