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Tonyzonit,
much as I hate bugs, I scoop them up and put them outside. Exception: white-tailed spiders, which end up in the loo. Does this qualify me for a non-killer?
I loved this sonnet.. I am coming to believe that a life well-lived has no fear of dying.. we all leave our mark somewhere.
posted by
mneme
on November 26, 2006 at 3:11 AM
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Thanks for your thoughts!
I've always accepted that when I finally experience the presence of God, i will believe. But I cannot believe by making myself believe. Those that have experienced God, it is no wonder that they believe in him.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 26, 2006 at 1:44 AM
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Hi Tony
As you say there is not much fun, I find the poem worth retrospection, because it expresses a truth as it is, though unpalatable. Death is a subject not to be shunned or wished away, but understand it as a realty as culmination of life. The elements, of necessity, have to return to their original status. I know that many would find it offensive, but for me death is coming to fruition. I do not now bother abot it at all. Kudos, to your touching the subject. One more thing, however, after seeing the comments below, I can only say that Faith is a faculty higher than Reason. Thanks for the effort.
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on November 25, 2006 at 10:24 PM
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hey Tony,
posted by
star4sky5
on November 25, 2006 at 7:52 PM
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I LIKE IT VERY MUCH BUT WHY???????????najwa
posted by
NAJWA
on November 25, 2006 at 6:56 PM
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Powerful verse in truth and wisdom Tony I enjoyed, thank you
posted by
lionladroar
on November 25, 2006 at 3:32 PM
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Blanche, well said!
I can relate to every word you are saying. There is nothing like it. I agree. Faith is about believing and trusting with an open heart. The rational mind follows our belief system, and enhances it, but does not explain it as such. You really need to come to that conclusion yourself.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 25, 2006 at 2:30 PM
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Tony, God cannot be proven as a theorem, only experienced, in wonder
and awe. You will never think your way into believing, because every proof can easily be disproven. I know what I know because of experience, I've nearly died, and experienced God, so there it is, I know but I cannot prove I'm right, only that the spirit of God is as real as the wind, in which it resides. I only hope one day you experience it, too. It turned my melancholy into contentment. There is nothing like it.
posted by
Blanche.
on November 25, 2006 at 1:50 PM
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Thanks, Troosha
The wind is a nice metaphor for the world outside of our own thought system. We try to bring meaning an order, but the wind scatters it far and wide, without caring a jot. We build a sandcastle and the wind and waves combined blow it down and wash it away. This does not, of course, preclude there being a God - it is just an example of how things seem to be on the surface of existence without our imposing meaning or a God upon it.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 25, 2006 at 1:26 PM
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Hi Marie-Claire, thanks for your balanced feedback.
Yes, I appreciate that this might cause a few question-marks about apparent meaninglessness. Nevertheless, it remains to be categorically proved beyond doubt that there is any meaning. I would like that meaning, but I did not order the universe. If there is meaning in the universe, then I am happy. If there is not, I am not going to get hung up about it. I'm supportive of anyone who truly believes there is meaning, and open to that possibility.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 25, 2006 at 1:23 PM
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Tony
A little on the somber side but not too much. I enjoyed the reference to the wind blowing your ashes and the wind just blowing regardless of cirumstance.
posted by
Troosha
on November 25, 2006 at 1:20 PM
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Tony, a tought provoking sonnet.
very powerful lines at the end. I like the irony at the end, with the bacteria getting the last ...worm/word.
We are just morning dew in the midday sun, (somewhere in the Bible) and "there is nothing new under the sun" as well.
Life makes little sense without God. You need a sense of purpose and a broader eternal perspective on life. Otherwise, we do not fare much better than an amoeba; life would become meaningless.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 25, 2006 at 12:50 PM
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