I also remember how when I first moved into that place the sound of the metal settling at night used to freak me out. My folks took turns reassuring me that Satan didn't live above our ceiling and peer through the vents waiting to see if I would play with myself. I wish they hadn't tried to reassure me quite that way. Of course what they told me was a lie. Satan was watching over me. He's my guardian angel.
The awning outside my window is aluminium (read ah-loom-ih-numb) and every time it rains I get instantly thrown back to being a young teen under a corrugated tin roof. I would listen to the sound of rain for hours. Then, I didn't have much choice as anyone who has lived under a tin roof can attest to.
I also remember how when I first moved into that place the sound of the metal settling at night used to freak me out. My folks took turns reassuring me that Satan didn't live above our ceiling and peer through the vents waiting to see if I would play with myself. I wish they hadn't tried to reassure me quite that way. Of course what they told me was a lie. Satan was watching over me. He's my guardian angel. They don't look like much, but these tiny little fuckers will defend their territory against creatures significantly bigger and nastier than them. Willy Wagtails have been seen defending nests against magpies, crows, kookaburras and wedgetailed eagles. Beyond birds, these mighty battlers have also been observed attacking dogs, cats, humans and tiger snakes. The balls on these birds must be enormous. I'm surprised tey can even achieve lift-off.
Rascal's Wager
Blaise Pascal was a mathematician and a physicist, so clearly he was a very rational man. Numbers don't lie. Here are some now:
- Humans have existed for 200,000 years. - Christianity (very popular where I'm from) has only existed for 1% of that time. - The (hypothetical) Creator of this Universe started this experiment 13.8 billion years ago - At a conservative estimate, Christianity has only been around for 0.0000146% of that time Considering the thousands of religions that humans have invented, being born in the right location and in the right time and raised in the right religion (seeing as "choice" of religion is largely situational) of the actual True God (assuming that there is one) is very slim. Pascal was also considered a philosopher. Not many philosophers I can think of (and I'm not an expert) were proponents of hedging bets, however it makes me wonder how many Christians believe in God because they are frightened of hell. That's Pascals Wager. "I'd rather live in fear of hell, just in case there is one." Is that the kind of follower the God of a 14 billion year old universe wants? You don't think a god that invented EVERYTHING can see through that? So, finally, here's Rascal's Wager: If a God does exist and could give a shit what we do, She/He/It would be far more impressed by a person living a good life of their own volition rather than one lived under threat of damnation. In a rare burst of enlightenment I think I may have realised that I might be the reasons conversations get weird...
This morning I went over to a female colleague to discuss a work related subject. As I greeted her she spat into her hand. I didn't know what to do. I figured she might be a gypsy, or a witch and this was something to ward off evil spirits. I ignored her social faux pas and began to discuss our work, when she spat in her hand again. She must have seen my eyes squint and swipe because she dropped something into the bin next to her desk then opened her hand and said, "Oh, would you like my seed?" I glanced at the mandarin in her other hand, while my mind raced. I didn't want to offend her by refusing such a polite offer, but I certainly didn't want to take her seed and oddly wanted to avoid offering her my own, so I decided to simply walk away. Perhaps this is a bad example... I know I'm not supposed to turn on the laptop if I'm planning to go back to sleep coz of the evil blue-light and whatnot, but I'm freaking wide awake. |
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I've just been asked "Why is this 8 not a 9?" I don't know how to answer that, so I said so. I've done some research and I still don't know the answer.
Monday mornings are your working weekly baptism.
They wash away the sins of the last week and let you start afresh.
They wash away the sins of the last week and let you start afresh.
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Louie is not as smart as he is tall, less sensible than he is bearded, and as green as he is blue.
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