Monday, August 24, 2015


  • Looking up at the stars is a mystery to me. I just can't believe the endless expanse. It seems to go on forever. I'm sure there are other places like Earth. The odds are just too good. I hope they are smarter than we are, and some day find us, although we would likely kill them.
  • When I see a baby, it is a total mystery to me. What a fascinating combination of events required to make a human being. I am kind of glad it worked out the woman does most of the work. There are many things to be thankful for. For males, that is one of them.
  • The worshiping of guns is a mystery to me. I just can't understand the mass hysteria and insecurity involved in almost everyone wanting to possess, not just one, but multiple guns, many capable of shooting multiple bullets per second. I don't think history will be kind to us regarding this craziness. With each shot taken at a human, we all die a little bit.
  • God is the ultimate mystery. No one will ever solve this one. Not scientists, philosophers, theologians, psychologists, or politicians. Maybe poets. Poets have the best chance. I look out at the sky, or at a newborn child, and it doesn't make sense to me that it all happens by chance. Some kind of power seems to be the architect of it all. I believe that. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

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