I've recently been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of jabber in the world: a vast cloud of blah I felt I was contributing to
Incidentally, I'm aware this is Olympic-level navel gazing, but you're a human being with free will who can stop reading any time. Here, have a full stop. And another. And another. There are exits all over this building.
Twitter's better for back-and-forth discussion anyway, if you could be arsed with it. Yelling out the window at passersby is another option.
and he posted this pic and caption with the article:
A stock shot of a man sharing one of his many fascinating opinions. Photograph: Alamy
he's also behind this beautiful, bleak show black mirror which doesn't compare to any tv i've ever seen. it's out of this world fantastic.
other things happened too.
lou reed died.
my father went to italy after not having been back since he left as a little boy.
the kids all scream
her name and send
she walks around
the schoolyard in
a daze and can
not follow what
it is her friend
is trying not to
say but mary
does like her friend's
she likes having
a friend though she's
watching the boys
play and dreaming
of being grown
with her kobo
saying prayers and
annette was here. we saw heather's baby william who is too cute and so pleasant and calm. apparently he sleeps 9 hours through the night. they just got lucky. annette's in india now. she has a room with a view.
this morning i got caught in some ladies who walk. they were all decked out in cross trainers and fanny packs and windbreakers. some wished they had started walking earlier in life and some reminded themselves of why they waited so long.
at an intersection, i held back and let a pair pass me. they were talking, one of them said she wanted to buy hiking boots, the other said she felt totally comfortable walking anywhere in the city alone. i walked slow to increase the eventual distance between us til another pair caught up behind me. i heard them coming and stood aside, one of them said thank you.
we walked another block, two pairs of ladies who walk ahead of me, black leggings and baseball caps and hats, arms going. they stopped at a christmas tree as i caught up and heard them say that only recently, the tree had been full of birds. i wonder where they went one lady said and a couple others laughed. i passed them by, then they passed me again, a foursome ahead, two by two.
Whether you believe in God or not does not matter much, whether you believe in Buddha or not does not matter so much; as a Buddhist, whether you believe in reincarnation or not does not matter so much. You must lead a good life.
The Dalai Lama
It's popular to hide behind the word atheism these days, it's all over the web, it comes up in real life conversation and, in some circles it's acceptable to put down people who believe in god or participate in organized religion.
I'm all for progress but when someone says they really know what's going on, I can't take them seriously. Atheism's as old a concept as theism and popular standpoints on the issue read as short-term-trendy.
I understand that many organized religions won't exalt my rights as a human being as I see fit and I know there are a lot of god fearing people who would probably like to kill me and all my friends if they had a chance, but who cares? Concluding that all religion is bad is a cyclical hypocrisy, ie: I will not tolerate the intolerant.
Even the most studied physicists on the planet are divided on the subject of god. What created the universe? Is there really free will? We don't know any more about that than we did two thousand years ago.
Science has always been in flux, why should we presume what we know now is the real and final truth?