My Thoughts
Where were you that day, that time, September 11, 2001? Do you remember? The phone ringing beside the bed woke me up. Not yet aware of when or where, I heard her voice say, “Are you watching this? We are being attacked!” “What? Huh? What are you talking about?” Her voice screamed into my ear “Turn on the TV!! We are under attack!” Days passed without ending, without pause, glued to the screen, the whole world watching, hoping, wanting for it not to be true. Nightmarish images of bodies falling from the sky in desperate despair. There was nothing, nothing, nothing … but pain and horror and anguish and anger.
My Thoughts
Looking through the rearview mirror at what has been so quickly passing, receding, winking out of sight, then as soon forgotten; all newness ages before aging eyes with their blinking. It is but the softest whisper which so teases thoughts too tired to trouble; yesterday too soon forgotten, today fleeing fast away, tomorrow but a promise never to be met. Old habits have lost their favor; few are any more inclined to don such poor attire, evocative of best forgotten memory. The cassock, the collar, the distinctive tri-cornered biretta worn by parish priests, the tunic, scapular and cowl, the hood for monks or friars, the veil for nuns, all eschewed, exchanged for modern artless dress. Old distinctions have turned to bland; religious wear, once black and white, brown or gray, have become kaleidoscopic, indistinguishable from the ordinary and the common.
My Thoughts
We, whether consciously or comatose, no longer seek the why, satisfied that things are as we think they ought to be in our self-described universe. We have enslaved reality, conformed it to our will, and by our will conformed reality to our facts, to our truth. Objective truth, whenever inconvenient or counter to our needs and interests becomes a lie; immutable facts are self-mutable by reason of equal validity. Every cocoon a perfect reality; a New Eden where nothing is forbidden, good and evil are synonymous, and every desire is satisfied. And the residents of New Eden are gods unto themselves for God is an inconvenient truth and thus adjudged a lie.
My Thoughts
Shall I tell you what is missing on the menu? Why, everything and nothing; close an eye, snap a finger—it is easy if you cry—, then whistle in the dark for something, for anything at all. You see, I told you it was easy. The world is filling fast with flying pigs while raining cats and dogs, without a mention of the dish that wed the dish chased by the crooked fork and hollow spoon. These courses are, of course, the daily specials: here today, who knows what tomorrow.
My Thoughts
The naked truth bears neither guilt nor shame for no garment could ever hope to match its beauty. It is the lie which must be cloaked in subterfuge and cruel deception to conceal its scabrous dishonest guile. Why then has truth suffered such ignominy, so cruelly masked to forbid its light unveiled? The light of truth reveals the lie upon which foul and foolish fantasy does rely and reality therefore be denied. Ignorance shows no partiality for it is a habit common to every creature without exception. Not knowing wears no shame; only a fool denies unknowing, and yet it seems the fool far outdoes the rabbit in its overbreeding.
September 04, 2020
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My Thoughts
There is a chill in the air, a sharp assault on aging bones which despairs the soul of hope, a foreboding harbinger of winter fast approaching. Such unpleasant thoughts arrive too easily and far too often, paying obeisant homage to the rancorous bluster now become uncivil discourse. The vulgar vulgus has sent reason packing, snagged on tumbling tumbleweeds tossed by the wintry wind through the desert of moral discontent.
My Thoughts
Enough with the opinions, enough with the polls, enough with the “survey says”! If it were not for opinions the world would be sane, news would be fact and common sense, and politicians and their media propagandists would have little or nothing to say. Oh, blessed silence!
My Thoughts
Opinions are personal, demanding no allegiance to the truth, which is why we bristle if and whenever our opinions are challenged. We adamantly protest our opinion to be truth—and it may very well be—without a spoonful of fact to add to it. Opinions are by nature emotionally charged for we are personally invested, our egos so deeply involved we cannot nor dare not admit to any fault or crack or fissure, contravening truth be damned. Opinions are malleable, but it takes Mjöllnir to reshape them. There is no emotional weight to plain fact or ordinary truth, which is perhaps why so many choose to ignore or deny such bothersome trifles. Opinions take no effort to obtain and are just so much more interesting.