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"Innovation" "Innovation"
by Jan Sand
2008-11-16 08:11:46
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God comes by, once or twice a week.
Sometimes he waits a bit on the veranda,
Shifting his feet. His shoes squeak.
Then he knocks gently on the door.
"Hello", He calls out."I have something here."

 
God, I must explain, invents. Sometimes He's a bore.
I remember, a while back, when He'd made a frog appear.
He was quite pleased. It perched on his hand and burped.
"Nice." I'd said, to encourage Him. "You want a beer?"
We'd sat, sipped beer.  Then, the other day
He came to me. "A problem," He'd said.
"My house, my yard is getting full.
Things chew my clothes. They sing all night.
I can't sleep. They bite my hand. They pull
The socks out of my drawer. It's not right"
"Well," I said, "Why not figure out a way
To get rid of them? Make them fall apart."
"Ahaa!" He said, "I hear what you say.
What an idea!" He said with a start.
And then He stood and held his breath.
"That's great!" He said. "I'll call it death!"


 
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Emanuel Paparella2008-11-16 22:32:06
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

--John Donne


Jack2008-11-16 23:56:17
If you were to die today, do you know where you would go? Could you say for certain where or what would be next? With no eternal perspective, it is only like Nihilism (from the Latin nihil, nothing) is a philosophical position that argues that existence is without objective meaning, purpose, or intrinsic value.

Nihilists generally assert that objective morality does not exist, and that no action is logically preferable to any other in regard to the moral value of one action over another. There seem to be similarities between it and this "innovation".

This encounter with God [at least a proper noun is used]was your chance to open the door, for perhaps He was knocking to invite you in. What are the chances of it being the this door (Rev. 4:1)? It is conditional on your taking the first step (Rev. 3:20).


Here is what is behind door any other door: Nihlism, only a here and now, no after life, no eternal or knowable beyound death experience...eat, drink and be merry, for tommorrow we die. What dread, despair, fear of the great nothingness. With no ultilmate values in the world, no reason for human existence (simple, finite carbon units), there is a no purpose. "Is this all there is?" sang Peggy Lee once, and none to cheerfully.

There is "some great in death" afterall; when coupled with assurance (John 10:28-29).


Emanuel Paparella2008-11-17 00:24:37
What strange being we are
That sitting in hell at the bottom
Of the dark we are afraid
Of our own immortality.


I have lived on the lip of insanity
Wanting to know reasons
Knocking on a door
It opens
I’ve been knocking from the inside!

--Rumi


Sand2008-11-17 06:49:44
LUNCHEON CONVERSATION

Death at rest seemed not a threat.
We were lunching at an outdoor stand.
“Look here,” he said, “you shouldn’t fret”
He gestured with his hot dog, smiled
With that everlasting grin. “Don’t make it over grand.
As Yeats remarked, ’Things fall apart.’
You get a bit of life. Why have regret?
Enjoy it while you can. I play my part.
I take the outworn pieces and recycle.
Nothing sinister about all that!
So many people tremble through their lives,
Sweat at non-existence, mumble frights
Out of naive fantasy.” Death licked a fleck of chives
From his lower jaw. “They spend sweaty nights
Yearning for eternity. Pfaw! We all disappear.
When that final dog and frog and paramecium
Has had its day, the last snail fallen from its shell,
Never fear. In that end time year
I will disappear as well.”



Asa2008-11-17 09:28:33
When I was born I did not know where I was going, so what's the fear of where I am going when I die?


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