My mother died last night. Looks like she collapsed at her bedside - probably a heart attack. She was found this morning by my brother in law. And if one Christian acquaintance, just one, tries to tell me that my harmless old mother is now in hell, then there is a very real danger of extreme unpleasantness.
Just back from a week in Poland. 90+% catholic population - I observed several times, as I wandered around in tourist mode, people kneeling in the aisles of churches, crossing themselves or dipping their fingers in a receptacle of (presumably and supposedly holy) water in order to give themselves a little wash in the general shape of a cross.
That aside, it's a friendly and seemingly quite prosperous country, with some remarkable scenery (we stayed in the Tatra mountain region in the south)
Time passes. People get older.
And this brings problems. Now, I'm not talking here about the first twinges of arthritis or the way my head seems to be turning into an increasingly grey fluff-ball. I'm talking about the generation above me. People now in their late 70's and 80's and who are becoming dependent upon the good offices of their younger families and acquaintances.
I was talking yesterday with Mrs Ellinas. She has an uncle and aunt in their 80's. The aunt is the more pleas
...combination of factors. Other things have intruded, I've been ill with a chest infection (hardly used a computer or did anything else much for 2 weeks) and have since done some major computer surgery which has banished Windows from my laptop in favour of Linux Mint (not difficult but time consuming - though very happy with the results).
Anyhow, hope everyone here is OK. Christmas family duties will now have their demands on me but I hope to catch up a little shortly...
I live. I search. What I thought yesterday may differ from what I think tomorrow. The key is to question, to consider, to develop.
To those who seek their own way, oblivious of the censure of others and the conformist pressure of consensus reality - I would say that is good. But with every proverbial blessing, perhaps, comes a proverbial curse.
It seems to me that those who dare to search, to think, to tread the path that is their own, know only that their destination is somewhere, someh
Never previously blogged. Not sure if it will be worth the effort or what is the purpose over and above the message boards. We'll see.
Anyhow, I'm beginning to feel like I'm in a state of permanent (if not necessarily overt) protest. I seem to be surrounded by those who expect conformity - largely religious, but also political, social - in fact it seems a general human trait to demand that others agree with our own ideas and practices. And it becomes tiring.
At work, it's always the
There are those who maintain that without the absolute standard of the religion they follow, no morality is possible. There are those who maintain that they have a perfectly good moral standard and standing with no religious outlook. It's a word that gets bandied around to no particularly good effect, with endless and sometimes vitriolic debate over what is right or wrong. Probably we are all guilty to a greater or lesser extent of thinking in its' terms without having much structu