Which is worse – uncertainty or regret?
Category: Random
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Our brains are mostly made up of fat. It’s basically a 3lb lump of fat inside our skulls with electrical wires running through it.
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It’s exhausting to put in the work required to change things for the better rather than to accept things as they are.
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Why is it that some days, I have a seemingly unending supply of patience no matter the circumstances, and others, I’m poised to blow a gasket at the smallest thing?
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I believe that humans are the only animals on the planet to create weapons.
This applies to making external apparatus that is used to harm another living thing. There are, of course, poisonous plants and venomous animals and such, but these are naturally occurring, evolutionary adaptations, not items crafted by that being for the sake of doing harm. Except for humans, all living beings, including the poisonous/venomous ones, use only those tools they have naturally to inflict harm on other beings. This includes claws, teeth, spikes, quills, horns, stingers – nature can be creative!
I suppose some animals use things like rocks as tools for hunting or eating – like otters using rocks to break open shells of mussels and the like. But, I would still consider that a tool, not a weapon. I think of a tool as something used to make a task easier, but a weapon is something you have to create with the intent of doing harm…
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I am not a religious person, but I understand that religion gives people comfort and security in life.
Regardless of your thoughts about the right one, wrong one, or the origin of any of the thousands that have existed in human history, it is clear that religion in whatever form gives people comfort and stability in an otherwise chaotic world. And that, if nothing else, makes it valuable.
I don’t foresee a shift in my thinking any time soon, but there is a part of me that misses the comfort and warmth and hope and safety and just the overall feeling that I had going to church as a kid. That belief, in my core, of something bigger, something benevolent, something characterized by love and light and kindness that was watching over the world – it truly was an amazing feeling.
That was before life happened to me, before I was exposed to the painful truth that living hurts in so many ways and everything dies eventually, no matter how much love you give it/them. Before I was exposed to the wonders of science that cannot be reconciled with teachings about God. That was before I questioned everything.
I have often wondered if someone could truly embody both the logic of science and the faith of religion, and how that ends up making any kind of sense. Because, in many ways, and at least from what I’ve seen or been taught, the two are diametrically opposed. What does that reconciliation look and feel like?
I have a book that I need to read. I got it a few months ago. It’s by a Catholic priest who also has a Ph.D. in philosophy, among other educational achievements. The book is called New Proofs for the Existence of God. Perhaps this book can offer some insight into my question about reconciling logic and faith….
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“How are you?” is a bullshit question, because we ask it and don’t take/make the time to listen to the actual answer. In fact, we expect a brief, “I’m good” or “I’m dealing” or something of the sort. In general, this question is asked in passing to be cordial, not because of earnest interest. I’m going to figure out a better question…
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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
Oooh…. Where to start?
In no particular order….
I would finish designing the sleeve on my left arm and get that finished.
I have an abstract self-portrait that I want as my back piece.
I have another abstract piece that I want on my ribcage/side.
I had an idea for portraits of my immediate family that I would put on my right calf.
I have a piece on my left knee that I’d like to turn into something bigger.
I have several other unfinished pieces that I want to finish.
The main ingredient that I am missing is money. And the time to find an appropriate artist.
Either way, these will happen. It’s just a matter of when.
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Why is it that house cats have eyes like snakes and other reptiles? Was your cat’s great-great-great-great-great-grandfather actually some kind of scaly descendent of dinosaurs?
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I hate when someone asks me what I’m thinking about, and I end up making up something boring and normal sounding because I can’t decide in a split second which of the thousand crazy thoughts in my head sounds least crazy and is actually socially/situationally acceptable.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 