Gods Are Not Enough

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The tornados are ravaging the South. Unfortunately including the coastal plains. Maybe the country's enemies have discovered a way to control the weather. True, tornados are not so powerful as nuclear weapons, but to the people whose houses and lives are destroyed they are. This area is historically recognized as one of the "hurricane alleys", as opposed to the "tornado alleys" of the midwest. Apparently that has changed so that we're getting both now.

The royal wedding is a real drag. America fought the Revolutionary War to rid ourselves of those inbred dunces. But, even during the Revolutionary War there were Tories who worshiped this class of people. They should take a lesson from botany where it's proved that hybrids make stronger and more viable plants. For the nobility worshipers, however, if it isn't the royals, then it's the movie stars and the wealthy. They gotta have somebody. Gods are not good enough anymore. That's a little like me writing that "knowing is not enough."

It's interesting to me that I wrote that knowing is not satisfying to me enow. Knowledge for me was the cat's meow for most of my life. I was under the impression that if I was possessed by enough knowledge I could cope with whatever the world sot before me. I was wrong. Neither knowledge nor understanding can make me immortal. Maybe that was my real goal. I wanted to be-co-me immortal. What a laugh... eh?

In my current opinion one does not "become" immortal. Not in the sense that one becomes a professional this or that. As if becoming an immortal is similar to becoming a doctor or a lawyer or an Indian chief. It might be more like, "is you is or is you ain't mah baby". I figure it's something a soul can't get out of, rather than a somethingness one holds as some sacrosanct ambition.

During most of the last decade I was subscribed to an e-mail discussion group whose topic was the Gnostic Gospel called the Gospel of Thomas. Practically every day for years I read and exchanged posts with a large variety of people on the me-and-thee-ing (meaning) of what those 114 saying attributed to Jesus intended to convey.

One of the more mysterious sayings to me came at the very bejinning:

1 And he said, "Whoever discovers the interpretation of these sayings will not taste death."
http://www.gape.org/gapes/prispevki/atranslationofthegospelofthomas.htm

The phrase, "... not taste death" is the real enigma for me. With "taste" as the term that really caused me pause. Why "taste"? There are four other nay-me-d (named) senses that might have been chosen instead of taste. So, why would the author choose "taste" rather than smell or sight or sound. It might make a hell of a lot more sense if the Coptic copyist had written will not "hear" death.


Actually, I think all life is immortal. Not just the forms life takes. Forms are temporary and come and go according to the latest fashion. Sometimes the forms life takes depends on the available materials like the various elements. On a planet, say, where there was less carbon than on Earth, the forms life create might be vastly different. That is what "life" does, you know, it creates objects in their own image.

Life doesn't seem to be all that particular about the forms it creates either. Any ol' form will do as long as it's more daring than the forms it's neighbors create. It's always one up on the Jones' isn't it. How else could the dinosaurs have evolved. Bigger is better. At least in Wyoming where they find all those dinosaur bones.

I seem to have worried some good Christians that I've been writing about committing suicide recently. I've been writing about suicide for decades. Literally for over fifty years. I think about it everyday. Sometimes all day long. I like to think about death. I got Scorpio rising. It's the grand finale. As Ed Sullivan, now dead himself, might say, "the big shew!"

Life is not that big a deal. It's all about personalities we create for the sake of appearances. Just for the hell of it, once I wrote to this guy who appears to take himself very seriously, that he had written a particular statement and proclaimed his personal beliefs "for the sake of appearances". He seemed flabbergasted that I would be so cruel. All personality traits are cultivated for "the sake of appearances". What else would anybody go to all that trouble for?

That's why death or the idea of death seems so traumatic for some people. It is not the dissolution of the physical entity these people appear to get upset over. It's the loss of their precious personality they've spent a lifetime assembling, that discombobulates their integrity. No personality? Oh, the sha-me of it. They'd rather be a half-witted retard than to lose it all. Hell, that's what "tasting death" is all about... isn't it?

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