"My Daddy's bigger" ... well, "my Daddy was Bigger, anyway" .... My way is better ... As Cocky said to Sir in Roar of the Greasepaint (Anthony Newley singing to Cyril Ritchard) 50 years ago in some theater on Broadway "From now on, we're gonna do things my way, my way or not at all. We're gonna do what I wanna do when I say! Not when you say! but when I say. .... I say that your way could lead to war." ................. Bet there's a You-tube for listening toi the song. .................... On one of the listservs I visit, I suspect there's about to be a little kerfuffle about Near-death and After-death experience. My guess is, like in other kerfuffles, each side will feel pretty good about their position. Can you hear the cheers going up in the audience .... the Roar of the Crowd .... nicely portrayed in every generation ... the Coliseum ... Ben Hur and the call for blood in the chariot races ... the Hunger Games ... the Superbowl that finally will allow for hanging the losing team .... or hoisting them up on their own pitards for a celebration to follow! Yay, TEAM! ........................ .............................
Near Death Experiences ... Extranatural experiences? ., while I do not have these experiences, to date, I find them no more imbued with hocus-pocus that so much of the remainder of spiritual and/or religious life ... no less scientific ... no less supported by witnesses. Indeed, as I believe that all knowledge is based on axioms and unprovable postulates ... on weltanschauungen .... ,... on worldviews, such as .... human life is valuable .... love and care for others is important and important for the Universe .... what happens between me and my neighbors or the flutter of a butterfly impacts the Universe .... Hell! that even the likelihood that 3 Billion people living within, say, a couple miles of the ocean's fury are wiped out by superstorms is worth avoiding (pragmatic philosophies to each of which I subscribe). .............................................
Easiest to speak of my own religious practice. I have joy and pride that my grand-daughter will sing from the prophets. Whoever is leading the so-called prayer part of service (could well be me) will ask the "righteous gates to open for me so that I might enter them and praise the God" and will turn to the left and to the right gesturally (citing Psalms:"as they speak from this to this saying ... ") addressing the heavenly host of angels moments before rising three times up on heels on the words "Holy, Holy, Holy is God of the Heavenly Armies ... All the Earth is filled with His honor ................... . The weak of (science) mind imagine that Science is based on irrefutable fact .... You might get me wrong ... I'm an advocate ... a strong advocate for Science .... for testing things and acting according to my unprovable hypotheses ... like saving 3 Billion people is worthwhile ... 'that psychoanalysis, too, is worthwhile and the church really isn't dead' .... But I don't hold onto a belief that my religion is so obviously more sensible than any other .... Moslems kneeling on their prayerr rugs, Catholics on their built-in kneelers, or, for that matter, apocalytptic cults or my Physician neighbor who once a year holds her Haitian chicken sacrifice rituals. ....................... Just sayin'. .........
Bawk-bawk. Bawk-bawk--bawk-bawk!
................................. I'll leave it to others to be right!
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