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Philosophical Head Scratching
Random thoughts concerning God, nature, and being human
Questions are always far more intelligent than answers. If nothing else, they reveal what’s at stake.
God’s silence is the only way that existence can be honest with us. Every human utterance about the world contains at least one lie.
Homo sapiens has appeared on the scene so recently that one is inclined to see the species as a work in progress. Yet still we harbor an irresistible urge to define ourselves once and for all.
The true terror of death lies in the fear of a life not fully lived. We aspire to die exhausted, with no appetite for living left.
When I think of God, a mountain brook comes to mind because I have never been able to fully grasp that reality: clear water flowing endlessly over rocks. So simple, yet profound. Self-evident, yet incomprehensible. I, too, am mostly water. I cannot grasp that either.
Is there any real difference between nature and human nature? Tough question. How much easier it is to merely list the attributes of God, thus avoiding the matter.
Every deep thinker is an unsinkable optimist, first and foremost. Otherwise, why bother?
