In theory there is no difference between theory and practice. In practice there is. ~ Yogi Berra
It is like ancient air trapped in an airtight vault that
with the turn of the key and the release of the bolt comes out hissing with its
enriched aroma of time. It is thick with meaning, for it has conspired within
for a long time, that none can decipher the true meaning, but many contemplate
upon its virtuous or deviant past. These pent up emotions seize on the same
lore of the yesteryears. They come wafting out in a series of thoughts words
and actions. They imply a past, closed and unfathomable, but delivered in the
present, it appears old, recalcitrant and most times meaningless.
Why must we act out a pulse of emotions hitched exclusively
to the desires of the past? Why can we not move on? Why must we gather, enrich,
embellish, cogitate and then regurgitate an emotion so devoid of reason, due to
lack of understanding, that sometime when thought seizes us by the neck of
reason, we shy away from our own actions.
Impulse is an enemy of reason as equally as reason betrays
impulse most times. These quick and slow acts are the Yin and Yang of our
being.
I see people arguing over basic facts, one side denouncing
while the other side heralds them. How can there be a debate over facts? The
answer is as simple as the question that explores it. We each have our own sets
of perceptions and built in library of prejudices that speak to those facts.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. ~ Salvador Dali
What gives?
So I ask the question…
Is Science evil? Some say it might be because it is
distorting the reality. But whose reality, one might ask? Science is nothing
but a set of principles upon which observations are held. So how can there be
two answers to a single question? The answer might not make you sit up
straight; it is the interpretation of the applied principles.
Is Religion a myth? It might appear as a myth for some and a solid belief for other. Religion has a vast historical background but ultimately falls on our allegiance to faith. Yet arguing about the Genesis of the Universe, one comes to a screeching halt at the "Big Bang" evidence. The question that haunts and can be answered easily by the religious is Who sparked the Big Bang? Answering as some do that a set of laws of physics, did. Well then Who created those Laws? And there rests the argument that cannot be teased or reduced further.
Is Religion a myth? It might appear as a myth for some and a solid belief for other. Religion has a vast historical background but ultimately falls on our allegiance to faith. Yet arguing about the Genesis of the Universe, one comes to a screeching halt at the "Big Bang" evidence. The question that haunts and can be answered easily by the religious is Who sparked the Big Bang? Answering as some do that a set of laws of physics, did. Well then Who created those Laws? And there rests the argument that cannot be teased or reduced further.
So then why must one pack of wolves howl louder than the
other? Is their only one perception? Or is it territorial? Is it not inherent
to man given the set of senses to perceive the reality to his or her own desire
and thereby make of this world what becomes for him or her? Do we not have
enough reason based on knowledge to understand that reasonable people have
enough reason to possess a differing opinion? Or is it the cascading emoticans dripping into the brain that counsel our better angels?
Maybe, and this is my fervent hope that, we can learn from
others for in each mind a drop of difference is instilled to saturate ideas
from whence new thoughts, different thoughts emerge and make life spicy. It is
that Lorentz Attractor that gives that slight twist of fate to the DNA library
and storage of memory, that makes us who we are.
Let us all rejoice in each other’s differences. We are no
better, no worse, just different. We each have a story to tell. We each have a
mind full of thoughts and ideas. We each make a difference.
It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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