On another forum I had to explain the same basic comment I first made in this thread:
Gary:
I guess I’m dense. I missed the part where this is in any way related to religion one way or the other. Guess I’ll just go back to sleep. . . .
Evan:
Me, too! :dontknow:
It’s not really that tough Gary and Evan.
Notice the connection between the participants that’s so basic it transcends culture or race or religion? Get a sense of that at all?
I’m simply saying that’s the human bond that religion diminishes.
It’s not actually a tough point to understand at all, unless of course disagreement with that point also prevents understanding it, which isn’t unusual for iconoclastic ideas.
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Q: Are you religious?
A: If you’re asking, you probably don’t want to hear the answer.
Come on. Didn’t dancing with all those people make you think about God?
I figure I’ll find out the answers to that stuff eventually. And if I don’t, I don’t. Either way, it doesn’t really affect how I behave.
“When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. That is my religion.” -Abraham Lincoln ——————————————————————————————————————————————————
A fine example of how religion diminishes this connection that’s truly all ours:
“Come on. Didn’t dancing with all those people make you think about God?”
The perception behind that question isn’t how wonderful and awesome people are, and how wonderful and awesome we are to each other, it’s that this awesome, profound sense of connection has to be something else, and I find that very sad, because as I said, this connection is where it’s at.
Why didn’t you die from jellyfish stings in Palau?
There is a place in Palau called Jellyfish Lake. Long ago, the lake connected with the surrounding ocean, but at some point it got closed off. Without any predators to worry about, the lake’s jellyfish population evolved—oh, I’m sorry, “intelligently designiated”—to lose their stingers.
It’s a completely harmless jellyfish soup.
...well, not completely harmless. swimmers are advised not to dive deep below the surface, as the lake bottom is a toxic swill that can cause hydrogen sulfide poisoning. Drink it and you’ll die.
Here’s a fine plan.
Let’s all cough up a hundred bucks and we will send SC around the world with a camera.
In every exotic location he’ll make a 10 second video of him flipping off the local Shaman or woo-woo meister.
Should make a nice companion piece to dancing Matt.
Haven’t figured out the soundtrack for this little project though.
Suggestion be welcome.
Hell, I can be a major pain in the ass if you’ll send me all over the world to piss off religionists and other sundry fuckwads!
I’ve got a few years before I can really pull off the curmudgeon/old codger look though ... so I can be SC’s understudy and heir!?
Eh?
I’d require high speed helicopter extraction out of places like Saudi Arabia, Afghanistan, Iran and the like though (i.e. hook up to a line and fly out dangling underneath while you’re hoisted in).
