Friday, September 14, 2007

Happiness

Amongst the people we love, what difference does it make whether you are happy or she is happy or I am happy?

What matters is that SOMEBODY is happy.

Because that means that eventually, we will all be.

Why Faith is Hard

Objective truth is often preferred as objective truth does not change.

There is nothing to fear.

Science, reason and logic are dependable in their results tested in reality.

Subjective truths are always changing, growing, becoming deeper or broader or brighter.

If our subjective truths never change in their quality, that's how to know it was a lie.

How can you depend on something that is always changing?

Friday, September 7, 2007

Truth Revealed

It seems as though when someone or something reveals a truth to me, I see it unfold inside me, like it was always there and I only didn't know.

It makes me think that maybe, there really is only one truth. And that we all share it.

Conflicts

Sometimes the resolution of a conflict can only be achieved by realizing what you really want.

Sometimes the resolution of a conflict means you will have to do the scary thing, the honest thing.

Sometimes the resolution of a conflict is to realize there never really was a conflict at all.

Sometimes I think that that one is the hardest to admit. Especially to someone you love.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Prescience

Knowing the future co-opts the process by denying the creative force through which it is made.

The desire to know the future isn't to know it at all, but the desire to add your voice to the chorus as the future is made, in hope and in faith and in trust so that, for your love, there is room for a possibility that what you love might be made real.

Meanies

The meanest things people do are motivated by the fear of what would happen if they did the right thing.

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is like a dream, except that it actually happened....they are both ways we communicate with ourselves.

New Truths

The truth that any others offer, "new and improved" in a shiny box; when opened reveals a pile of styrofoam peanuts, that, when hurriedly emptied to discover the profundity intimated in the offering, is nothing at all.

You realize the simple, awkward and flawed truth you have already realized...your own path...is the only one there is.

First

Well, I really don't like blogs where someone reports the minutia of everyday life. Even if that IS the source from which our understandings grow.

I think I will use this place as a clearinghouse for my own maunderings.

Mercurial thought alchemically alloyed to some lasting memory, like a witty nostalgia.

I guess we will see where all this goes...