She writes, "You also do not know what gnosis is or how it is that it arises. But you do not see the problem in making a conclusion about those things you have no knowledge of." But, she's not writing that to me. She has, in her own inimitable, condescending manner.
I guess I'll never know why she betrays her own lies by projecting them upon the other. It makes me wonder what might happen for her is she were to realize that neither she nor the person she accused (in her statement above) gnows what gnosis is or how it arrives.
This is the sa-me dilemma I find myself caught up in at ti-me-s. In other parts of her writing she infers that she knows what gnosis is, but won't describe what happened because irreverent.. or something... and yet she tells the truth by projecting it upon the other.
Consistently. Persistently. All kinds of other people she accuses them of the sa-me thing. She claims in writing that they don't know what she implies by her written statements, but then by projection admits she don't know what she accuses them of not gnowing either.
If I behaved the way she portends as truth, I might at least attempt to cover it up by writing about the weather instead of accusing other people of being something I am not myself, but pretend to be as if nobody gnows the difference.
This Spring weather is very unpredictable. Yesterday it was warm. Almost 80° Fahrenheit (26° Celsius). Today it's barely 60° with a cool, northerly breeze, and the forecast for the next week is supposed to have temperatures up in the mid-80's. Even coolish, today is nice, but I'm really looking forward to not having to put on a jacket to feel comfortable.
I'm very excited about finding some fig leaves pushing up from the roots of the commercially grown fig tree I planted a year or so ago. The branches that originally had leaves on them looked dead after the winter season, and I didn't know whether or not the roots had died along with it. The leaves don't look wimpy either. They look like they're surging with life and can't wait to reach for the sky. I don't wanna get too enthusiastic. I've had bad luck (brown thumb?) with trying to get another fig tree growing.
I just talked to this doctor from Duke Hospital about being a guinea pig for her research again. It's not stem cell research, but about the likelihood of people with rheumatoid arthritis getting diabetes. My refusing to participate in the first place might have caused her to double the payment for my expenses, and that's always good, but it's only $200 for driving 200 miles round-trip twice.
I accepted her offer mostly because I want to know the information gained from her tests. Like if I'm prone to get diabetes for any reason at all, I want as much advanced warning as I can get. Another reason is that she's the head doctor of the rheumatology department at the VA Hospital and works for Duke University Hospital too, and if she does get involved in any stem cell research in the future, and I'm still alive, she'll be accustomed to my face.
Despite the fact that the ambient temperature in the shade is barely sixty, in the Sun and on the lee side of the wind, God smiles mercifully upon my collective soul. Well, 90% of my fat ol' nakid body too. I'm laying outside in the Sun and my exposed skin is making vitamin D by the tens of thousands of IUs. I be a sun-worshiping fool.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
