I often wrestle with the more spiritual aspects of reality. It causes me great internal frustration to see my friends and society at large discount spirituality in favor of reductionism.
The whole Internet seems to be obsessed with Pokémon Go. While I am loath to weigh in on this matter myself, I think it’s important to make a few notes of the phenomenon while it’s still happening. I know you’ve all been *anxiously* awaiting my thoughts, so without further ado, here they are.
The mysteries were piling up. My car’s gas had barely moved even though I used it daily, and I noticed that my electricity kept humming on smoothly with no sign of slowing. Even the food in the fridge seemed to stay fresh and ripe.
This may just be me, but I think the Europeans have it right when it comes to cemeteries. I’m generally against the whole, “taking up valuable land for dead people” idea, but I live my life pretty non-judgementally, and burial rites are one of the first pillars of civilization, so I guess I can’t really knock it too hard.
My junior year of college, I wrote a sermon to give my church. It was a lovely little church called Lakeshore Baptist church, although they weren’t affiliated with the main Baptist association. The church was wonderful – a female pastor, progressive ideas towards ministry, and a fundamental belief in doubt being part of faith.
I feel a love in my heart that, at its strongest and its most solid, doesn’t have any specific object to which it’s attached. I can express my love for my wife, but I can also express a very similar love, if not the same love, for you, who I have barely met, and say I feel a connection to you and feel a love for you, in some way, which is great, because right now my wife is 500 miles away from here. She’s visiting her family in Idaho and I’m in Philadelphia, and it’d be a real bummer if all my love were wrapped up in her, all my sense of being completed with a relationship was tied to being physically with her.
But when I have this sense of what Rumi calls a love with no object, then it just sits peacefully inside my heart, and then whatever I come in contact with – whether that’s another human being, if it’s a squirrel, if it’s my wife, my God, if it’s the leaves on the tree that I’m touching right now – it just feels peaceful and stable and kind of indestructible.
After unsuccessfully attempting (yet again) to navigate the deluge of online options for learning code, I decided that I may not be starting in the right place. Realizing this, I started to make some qualifying assessments.
The more tongue-tied Mrs Palin seemed, the more intently her supporters backed her. The more the media mocked her, the more her fan base exulted. Mr Trump has elevated that approach into an art form. In an age when knowledge is a mark of elitism, ignorance is power. It is also great marketing.
It seems like my life is constantly in a state of stressful flux. I like to say that my coping mechanisms can’t keep up with the new situations in my life, and I have a lot of coping mechanisms.
Ever feel a sense of cultural déjà vu with all the panic around new technologies? The BBC does a great job of breaking down all the times our new developments have given us a sense of dread at the preponderance of our race. Fear not, dear reader, with the first panic in 400 B.C., we have a long history of reconciling our fears with our technological ambitions.
After Bell’s telephone patent, people feared that eve spirits could travel down the wire. Lightning can. But evil spirits can’t.