It's just one riff in a symphony of possibilities. I play the major and minor scales on my digital piano just to visualize all the possibilities that show up in the interim between the clumsy beginning notes and the thundering chord of resolution... Tah, Tah, Tah... TAH!
What could possibly represent how life works mo' bettah than what happens when the same behavior is exercised as a continual practice for an undetermined end. Lots of people use repetition to make what they do more refined, and how refined they become due to their practice can depend on outside intervention to drive them deeper into the reality they create to make it seem as if what they desire is actually possible.
It's interesting to me that the Fort Hood shooter was a Libran.
http://www.nationalledger.com/artman/publish/article_272628911.shtml
The lion ate the man again. It was so amazing to me that the Thomas e-mail discussion group were discussing this particular saying when the Virginia Tech guy killed all those people and a group member related it to this saying:
7 Jesus said, "Lucky is the lion that the human will eat, so that the lion becomes human. And foul is the human that the lion will eat, and the lion still will become human."
http://users.misericordia.edu//davies/thomas/Trans.htm
The fact that it relates to Leo and a powerful emotional force gone awry seems significant in that in both these cases they made a big show outta their commitment. I've read without knowing whether it's true or not that when a male lion takes over a lion pride by defeating the current alpha male, that it immediately kills all the lion cubs it did not sire/father.
I don't know whether it's true or not, but I read an article in which it was claimed that this old Iraqi woman was convicted of arranging to have young women raped and humiliated, then she would move in to convince them that as a shamed woman they would never have a respectable husband for her children, and talk them into volunteering to don an explosive vest and kill themselves for a cause they didn't even understand.
There was a time in my life that I could have been talked into killing myself for a cause I thought was pertinent to my overall point of view. The real question for me is whether I could have been convinced to do it in such a way as to kill innocent people when I murdered myself to call attention to the grievances of some disenfranchised group.
I have marched in protest before, but I was alone and the reason I carried my hand-made sign was for not being paid the money I was promised for performing a job that made money for the people who hired me.
On the same day the guy killed the soldiers at Fort Hood, another guy in Florida walked into the offices of an engineering firm he had been fired from and killed some people he thought had treated him unfairly. My point is that he didn't just kill anybody, but the specific people who he felt had treated him badly. Are they both murderers?
When I was sent to California to attend recruit training in San Diego directly from being raised in the Bible Belt culture associated with Jim Crow as the status quo, it was absolutely astounding to me to find out the rest of the world was unconcerned about who I thought I was or was supposed to be.
It just so happened, perhaps not coincidentally, that much of the rest of the civilized world considered the world I rebelled against as a pubescent teenager approved of the ideas I used to confront my parent's efforts to make me into just more of the same.
My ancestor's social principles exemplified the agrarian aristocratic cultural practices the Civil War was fought over. The Confederacy became a failed aristocracy. When I reached puberty I rebelled against my parent's authority to force me to respect their ways. But at the time I graduated from high school, it was the same year Martin Luther King Jr. marched in Selma.
My teenage rebellion was against the same authority my parents embraced, but the way I acted had nothing to do with civil rights, and I was seriously and selfishly frustrated about my personal angst not being understood. It was sort of like the feeling that people born on Christmas day get when the holidays roll around. The gaiety and joyous celebration is not about their birthday, but something else entirely.
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.
