Angels Can't Taste Death

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If, as Ariana Huffington, who was born in Greece and purportedly wrote a well-accepted book on the Greek Gods stated, in a PBS documentary earlier today, that modern and ancient Greeks all think they made their Greek gods in their own image to be able to see themselves in abstract construction as they secretly are for real. Obversely, she concluded that western Europe and America think of the Greek gods as if they created the ancient Greek civilization sort of like Jehovah did in the Genesis myth. 

I idiosyncratically agree that the Greek societies and cultures created the Greek gods in their own image. How else could they have arisen from the vapor of the bottomless pit known as 'the abyss' than as ideated thought creatures. As of yet, there are still no space elevators, and teleporting humans hasn't gotten off the chopping block either. I concur that Western civilization probably doesn't exactly see that ploy in the sa-me light. Whatever that is. It's kind of like the story of the Emperor's new clothes. The devout dress their gods in the attributes they collectively give them. Yadda... But, another strategy for apperceiving from that ancient database is to postulate that the Greek gods were forced to mimic man in order to remain gods that humans can see themselves in or they're useless and abandoned. So be it. No blame. 

Presently, as of now, I don't think homo sapiens can imitate immortal entities because homo sapiens create the world around them employing the polarized spectrum referred to as "duality". Human beings can't even conceive of imitating or mimicking any thing or event without the perspective of both ends of that polarized perspective.

Without polar opposites to use to gain perspective humans can't put the "me' behind them me-ekly in order to grok (deeply intuit the presence of) immortal entities. Moreover, if immortal creatures are not aware of duality they can't ideate perspective worlds nor understand the prayers of humans. Immortals are immortal because they can't taste death. 

I've written about "the price" from many approaches. As many as I can discover portals for. I seem less quick presently to condemn myself for the foibles of ritual and the tied-to-a-railroad-track results thereof. I use "speech" so-me-ti-me that I-am-is ain't prepared to defend, and it can be worrisome and scary, but a man gotta do... How could He not?

This post is just a hash. I wrote parts of it two or three days ago. It doesn't matter. It can only get more slacker as ti-me goes by. I didn't post yesterday because I kept putting it off, and then I had a friend call me who seriously needed to take a drink or two to settle down, and naturally I drank a bit with him.

I got home around midnight, and felt lucky to not get pulled over by the cops and tested for being drunk. I wouldn't have passed with flying colors, but I didn't realize that until I woke up in the early morning hours with a hangover beginning. It was then that i realized I drank more than I'd figured.

That was a stupid thing for me to do. I was around twelve miles from home. I did take evasive action in the form of a back country road that put me around five miles further to drive, but it's so desolate in the early morning hours it would be a waste of time for the cops to set up a road block for one car per hour or less.

The road is named after a bridge that crosses the creek/river that runs through my families property for several hundred yards. I wrote "creek/river" because normally its a pleasant little creek unless there is a lotta rain, then it become a river, but not necessarily a raging river because of being located in the coastal plains.

Coastal plains are generally a flat terrain anywhere they happen all over the world. Holland for example. Not only is it flat there, but they put up dams and pump the seawater from behind them to farm the exposed land. East Texas along the Gulf of Mexico is as flat a fly flitter for several miles inland in some places. If you drive from Houston to Corpus Christi the territory looks a lot like it does here on the Carolina's coastal plains. Even how the pine forests have been clear-cut in most places.

Water in the hinterlands gets corralled into swift-running channels by the mountains and then the foothills. By the time the water reaches the flatlands it spreads out and incrementally creates a wider floodplain on each side of the rivers and streams. It does the same thing in the Great Plains west of the Mississippi River. There, the flat floodplains are called the Mississippi Delta lands. There's deep, very rich loamy soil there that grows cotton like all git out.

When it gets to the coastal plains and spreads out into the broader flood plains, it begins to run deeper because of the lack of hills and bluffs to compress it into rapids and without rock layers close to the surface the water digs down as deep as it likes.

In the area my house is located it's normal to drill household water wells down 400 feet (122 M) into the relatively soft soils without hitting any rocks. That's probably where the expression, "Still waters run deep." comes from.

The coastal plains here in the Carolinas were the home of General Francis Marion, known as the Swamp Fox in the Revolutionary War. When there is a drought or dry condition it's easy to get around without bogging down in the swamp mire, but if it's wet you really gotta know your way around or you won't be able to run from the bears when you up to your waist in muck. The Swamp Fox knew which path had heart. He took it and helped win our independence from the European royalty.

Contrarily, there were lots of Tories here because they came here as aristocrats or with the hope of becoming aristocrats with vast grants of land acreage to back it up. In my opinion, this Southern agrarian aristocracy was the root cause of the Civil War. I observed the regal dismissiveness of the Southern aristocracy last night in full-blown denial. Presently, it's real difficult to self-observe such behavior in my own personality. I do what I can.

Many of the European immigrants arriving through the Northeastern port cities felt lucky to have escaped the European royals and religious tyrants, and could not tolerate the growth of an aristocracy getting a foothold in America and rule over them again as if pawns. Why would they not go brother against brother to make sure that didn't happen?

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