Last week I mentioned a few moral dilemmas. One was the bystander who could save five lives by throwing one man onto some tracks.
I remember that.
Did the man object?
He didn't have time. The trolley hit him, and stopped.
So are we now done with moral dilemmas.
Yes. I started to realize that the heart is more important than the action.
Probably. I keep thinking about eating a dumb piece of celery. It is one thing to eat it with disregard. And another to eat it with thanks. So eating it is not the point. Thanking it is.
So is that why you woke me up?
No. I wanted to say something else.
Is that why you wait just long enough before talking that I fall asleep again?
Look. If I dribble, you complain. And if I take time to think, you complain. Maybe we ought to call it quits?
Oh, I'm up now. What do you want to say?
Well, I'll sometimes meet someone and they'll say that they've been reading my blog for years and that they've enjoyed it... but they've never commented.
Well, what's wrong with that?
It kind of makes a lonely world. It is like not telling the celery that you appreciate her gift to you.
Celery is dead. What does it matter?
It does. But I'm now talking about people responding. I'm telling you how I'd like to get on my knees and tell them... "I'd love to hear what you are thinking. I don't know what is going on in your head." And if they are one of the responders... that I appreciate that beyond anything... and if, in the end, they really want to be silent, I appreciate that too. Even if they just put "like" or "dislike" in FB... that is helpful.
Ok, is that it for today.
Yea. (pause) Oh... today I hope to pass 20,000 hits on this blog.
Is that it?
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