Tag Archives: religion

Dividing Up the Blame

Posted on July 25, 2017 by John

There is no religion for the whole of “god”, just some small and all-too-human scraps. We are not equipped to know the universe, nor much more than we hold in our laps. There is nothing that is end-all, be-all that … Continue reading →

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6. Use Little Tricks

Posted on December 5, 2016 by John

Every mystery or philosophical tradition from the beginning of time has invented mechanisms to help adherents pay attention to the right things, or stop paying attention to the wrong things. I’ve always been fascinated by Zen koans, Sufi teaching stories, … Continue reading →

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3. Be born

Posted on November 14, 2016 by John

Everyone that I know was at one point born – so far as I know, all joking about hatching in the desert sun under the watchful eyes of vultures aside. I am no exception. The facts are readily verifiable: at … Continue reading →

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Divine Intervention: Blessing or Curse

Posted on July 30, 2014 by John

For a while, it is comforting to think everything happens for a reason. But honestly, MOST people who lay that on as a platitude mean that it applies when bad things happen to YOU. Just like so many go around … Continue reading →

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Absolvo-Meal: an advertising jingle

Posted on April 10, 2014 by John

Your hair is gray and thinning, Jack! Your prime is gone and won’t come back. The cure for everything you lack? Absolvo-Meal, the perfect snack! Young whippersnappers run the show, and no one cares how much you know. When your … Continue reading →

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Art is required

Posted on May 5, 2010 by John

If you would this sad world improve: a battle cease, a mountain move, or seek to build up or destroy a single thought of fear or joy, there is one place alone to start. You must teach all your children … Continue reading →

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I Wonder How They Do It

Posted on September 24, 2007 by John

I wonder how they do it: save their sins for Saturday, when the sirens at their honky-tonks, their claws attached to whiskey-rocks or draft beer cold enough to freeze a witch’s tit, sing out the same familiar song. I know … Continue reading →

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