tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post3820275923190793182..comments2024-03-27T11:16:36.951-07:00Comments on One Cʘsmos: Eternal Life, While You Wait!Gagdad Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14249005793605006679noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-86752031082853344902009-01-01T07:37:00.000-08:002009-01-01T07:37:00.000-08:00Happy New Year, all.And Zoltan - you might add Vat...Happy New Year, all.<BR/><BR/>And Zoltan - you might add Vatican 2 to that list.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-46680531444901022352009-01-01T05:23:00.000-08:002009-01-01T05:23:00.000-08:00Happy New Year fellow coons. Thanks everyone who ...Happy New Year fellow coons. Thanks everyone who regularly coontribute to this site. Thanks Bob and Petey for this little coon den. Every day starts here.<BR/><BR/>Cheers!!!phil ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15486481489355451711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-16224774429241114392009-01-01T01:53:00.000-08:002009-01-01T01:53:00.000-08:00"Rather, we are becoming more and more wonderfully..."Rather, we are becoming more and more wonderfully ourselves in the course of our increasing 'not-two-ness'."<BR/><BR/>Well said, Paul! <BR/>I used to have the same problem, not understanding at the time that God doesn't want to make us Borg, but to realize our Otential. <BR/><BR/>WV: lituard <BR/>Okay, I admit it, but I'm larnin'.USS Ben USN (Ret)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07492369604790651538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-9636862308010903602009-01-01T01:46:00.000-08:002009-01-01T01:46:00.000-08:00G'night Julie!Excellent toast, which I shall drink...G'night Julie!<BR/>Excellent toast, which I shall drink to forthwith.<BR/><BR/>That and Eternal Life While I Wait!<BR/>Sometimes it's a long wait, and sometimes it's a short wait, but it's not a heavy weight. <BR/><BR/>Less than my grog, I'd say and infinitely funner (and funnier) than a wait at the DMV.<BR/><BR/>WV- horkhelb<BR/>I may need a professional WV psychic to figger that one out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-19418729865824223802009-01-01T01:17:00.000-08:002009-01-01T01:17:00.000-08:00One last toast (or rather, the first toast of the ...One last toast (or rather, the first toast of the new year): May Frank be proven correct, that the best is indeed yet to come.<BR/><BR/>'Mornin, raccoons; time now for bed.juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15975754287030568726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-76853229512513118462008-12-31T22:25:00.000-08:002008-12-31T22:25:00.000-08:00What JWM & Ben said, you all are better than a...What JWM & Ben said, you all are better than acquaintences, you play active parts in shaping how I think & do... Happy New Year's guys!Van Harveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08470413719262297062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-30057698964842718362008-12-31T22:13:00.000-08:002008-12-31T22:13:00.000-08:00Merry Gnew Year y'all!Skully will be by later afte...Merry Gnew Year y'all!<BR/>Skully will be by later after imbibing the 2008 supply of grog (he wants to begin 2009 with some fresh grog so it's necessary to finish off the 08 stuff. <BR/>Skully was muttering somethin' about new wineskins, so maybe he learnt somethin' in 2008). <BR/><BR/>As always great post, Bob! <BR/>And also, as always, and I truly hope I never take Bob's posts or the outstanding (for the most part) comments here for granted, 'cause they are precious beyond belief!<BR/><BR/>Thanks to all my brothers n' sisters under the pelt for the laughs, tears, intrigue, mythteries, slackamania, teachin', learnin', and just plain fun!<BR/>I can no longer imagine my life without y'all, nor would I try. :^)USS Ben USN (Ret)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07492369604790651538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-73042153684481818392008-12-31T20:29:00.000-08:002008-12-31T20:29:00.000-08:00JWM, I'll drink to all that!And for my OC New ...JWM, I'll drink to all that!<BR/><BR/>And for my OC New Year's resolution: I will try very hard not to be #%&*ing unDude.juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15975754287030568726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-59624632650146545342008-12-31T20:12:00.000-08:002008-12-31T20:12:00.000-08:00A happy New Year to you all.Zoltan: Yes, I saw you...A happy New Year to you all.<BR/><BR/>Zoltan: Yes, I saw your responses earlier today. Still digesting. Thank you very much.<BR/>My best hopes and prayers for the new year to Bob, Leslie, Future Leader, and: (let's see how many I can pull off the top of my head...)<BR/>To: Julie, Van, Ben, Skully, Nomo, James, Ricky, Ximeze, River, Joan, Robin, Hoarhey, Will, Dilys, Sal.. and anyone my coffee adled memory forgot- My hopes and prayers go with you all as well. You folks are part of my day.<BR/><BR/>and best wishes to Ray, if he checks in, and finally- to the several trolls under the One Cosmos bridge. (at least the one or two who can occasionally be clever, while poking a well-aimed jibe.)<BR/><BR/>JWMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-42364748906271668932008-12-31T20:08:00.000-08:002008-12-31T20:08:00.000-08:00During the 1960s a newspaper theologian and Presby...During the 1960s a newspaper theologian and Presbyterian clergyman named Robert L. Short published <I>The Gospel According To Peanuts</I> and other titles describing Snoopy as the Hound of Heaven and Peanuts in general as Christian parable.<BR/><BR/>This was after the assassination that depressed the world beyond description (and I do not mean RFK or MLK, both small potatoes).<BR/><BR/>During the same period a bathhouse theologian and ECUSA ordinary named Malcolm Boyd published, without "coming out," <I>Are You Running With Me Jesus</I>. His favorite line in public discourse was "Jesus had a penis."<BR/><BR/>Early in the decade a self-promoting entertainer and American Baptist cleric named Harvey G. Cox published <I>The Secular City</I>.<BR/><BR/>At the cap of the decade an heretical theologian and aerial sybarite named Richard D. Bach published <I>Jonathan Livingston Seagull</I>.<BR/><BR/>And over/under all, drugs, free association of the sexes and step parents.<BR/><BR/>To include the sloven theologian and ECUSA consecratee James A. Pike, a fellow Union man, who finally deigned to scribble (well past promised time and at the stern insistence of the Diocesan Secretary, my aunt, who labored to make sense of the manuscript) what became <I>A Time For Christian Candor</I>.<BR/><BR/>And then came Spong.<BR/><BR/>And any wonder some few want the truth? It was maliciously buried fifty years ago. God help us!David R. Grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16416692639208634879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-2940024836134787692008-12-31T20:05:00.000-08:002008-12-31T20:05:00.000-08:00"You may not understand it today, but you will hop...<I><B>"You may not understand it today, but you will hopefully undergo it by the end of this series, for it maketh perfect nonsense"</B></I><BR/>a Coonish blessing<BR/><BR/><BR/>Thank you Bob, and all, for making OC an oasis of perfect nonsense.<BR/><BR/>HAPPY NEW YEAR!<BR/> <BR/>****************<BR/><BR/>Without further ado, a poem that seem fitting, somehow: <BR/><BR/><BR/>The sun was shining on the sea,<BR/>Shining with all his might:<BR/>He did his very best to make<BR/>The billows smooth and bright --<BR/>And this was odd, because it was<BR/>The middle of the night.<BR/><BR/>The moon was shining sulkily,<BR/>Because she thought the sun<BR/>Had got no business to be there<BR/>After the day was done --<BR/>'It's very rude of him.' she said,<BR/>'To come and spoil the fun!'<BR/><BR/>The sea was wet as wet could be,<BR/>The sands were dry as dry.<BR/>You could not see a cloud, because<BR/>No cloud was in the sky:<BR/>No birds were flying overhead --<BR/>There were no birds to fly.<BR/><BR/>The Walrus and the Carpenter<BR/>Were walking close at hand:<BR/>They wept like anything to see<BR/>Such quantities of sand:<BR/>'If this were only cleared away,'<BR/>They said, 'it would be grand.'<BR/><BR/>'If seven maids with seven mops<BR/>Swept it for half a year,<BR/>Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,<BR/>'That they could get it clear?'<BR/>'l doubt it,' said the Carpenter,<BR/>And shed a bitter tear.<BR/><BR/>'O Oysters, come and walk with us!<BR/>The Walrus did beseech.<BR/>'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,<BR/>Along the briny beach:<BR/>We cannot do with more than four,<BR/>To give a hand to each.'<BR/><BR/>The eldest Oyster looked at him,<BR/>But never a word he said:<BR/>The eldest Oyster winked his eye,<BR/>And shook his heavy head --<BR/>Meaning to say he did not choose<BR/>To leave the oyster-bed.<BR/><BR/>Out four young Oysters hurried up.<BR/>All eager for the treat:<BR/>Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,<BR/>Their shoes were clean and neat --<BR/>And this was odd, because, you know,<BR/>They hadn't any feet.<BR/><BR/>Four other Oysters followed them,<BR/>And yet another four;<BR/>And thick and fast they came at last,<BR/>And more, and more, and more --<BR/>All hopping through the frothy waves,<BR/>And scrambling to the shore.<BR/><BR/>The Walrus and the Carpenter<BR/>Walked on a mile or so,<BR/>And then they rested on a rock<BR/>Conveniently low:<BR/>And all the little Oysters stood<BR/>And waited in a row.<BR/><BR/>'The time has come,' the Walrus said,<BR/>'To talk of many things:<BR/>Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --<BR/>Of cabbages -- and kings --<BR/>And why the sea is boiling hot --<BR/>And whether pigs have wings.'<BR/><BR/>'But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,<BR/>'Before we have our chat;<BR/>For some of us are out of breath,<BR/>And all of us are fat!'<BR/>'No hurry!' said the Carpenter.<BR/>They thanked him much for that.<BR/><BR/>'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,<BR/>'Is what we chiefly need:<BR/>Pepper and vinegar besides<BR/>Are very good indeed --<BR/>Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,<BR/>We can begin to feed.'<BR/><BR/>'But not on us!' the Oysters cried,<BR/>Turning a little blue.<BR/>'After such kindness, that would be<BR/>A dismal thing to do!'<BR/>'The night is fine,' the Walrus said,<BR/>'Do you admire the view?'<BR/><BR/>'It was so kind of you to come!<BR/>And you are very nice!'<BR/>The Carpenter said nothing but<BR/>'Cut us another slice-<BR/>I wish you were not quite so deaf-<BR/>I've had to ask you twice!'<BR/><BR/>'It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,<BR/>'To play them such a trick.<BR/>After we've brought them out so far,<BR/>And made them trot so quick!'<BR/>The Carpenter said nothing but<BR/>'The butter's spread too thick!'<BR/><BR/>'I weep for you,'the Walrus said:<BR/>'I deeply sympathize.'<BR/>With sobs and tears he sorted out<BR/>Those of the largest size,<BR/>Holding his pocket-handkerchief<BR/>Before his streaming eyes.<BR/><BR/>'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,<BR/>'You've had a pleasant run!<BR/>Shall we be trotting home again?'<BR/>But answer came there none --<BR/>And this was scarcely odd, because<BR/>They'd eaten every one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-21027689186823864932008-12-31T19:50:00.000-08:002008-12-31T19:50:00.000-08:00However, if we are speaking of Hounds, my favorite...However, if we are speaking of Hounds, my favorite is the Irish Hound of Culann, <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuchulain" REL="nofollow">Cúchulainn</A>, I can't seem to find my favorite link that puts the tale to verse, but if you like Myth which uses fiction to put Truth into blazing relief... search this one out, it is ... <I>rich</I>.Van Harveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08470413719262297062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-75071120276086511272008-12-31T19:06:00.000-08:002008-12-31T19:06:00.000-08:00My bad, JWM, not JMW.My bad, JWM, not JMW.David R. Grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16416692639208634879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-39598494470235047782008-12-31T19:00:00.000-08:002008-12-31T19:00:00.000-08:00Alan said "This says Happy New Year in Latin: "Fel...Alan said "This says Happy New Year in Latin: "Felix sit annus novus" There's something just wrong about that, isn't there?!?!?"<BR/><BR/><BR/>Actually speaking as one newly unemployed for 4 hours now... seems rather appropriate!<BR/><BR/>(Skully! Where'd you hide the extra grog?)<BR/><BR/>;-)<BR/><BR/>(Happy Novus Annus!<BR/><BR/>ohhh... I <I>like that</I>!)Van Harveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08470413719262297062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-51833461431830073552008-12-31T18:56:00.000-08:002008-12-31T18:56:00.000-08:00Hey JWM, I see Martin T. filled in for my tardines...Hey JWM, I see Martin T. filled in for my tardiness, <A HREF="http://poetry.elcore.net/HoundOfHeavenInRtT.html" REL="nofollow">release the hounds</A><BR/><BR/><I>"<BR/>The Hound of Heaven<BR/>I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; <BR/>I fled Him, down the arches of the years; <BR/>I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways <BR/>Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears <BR/>I hid from Him, and under running laughter. <BR/>Up vistaed hopes I sped; <BR/>And shot, precipitated,<BR/>Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears, <BR/>From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. <BR/><BR/>But with unhurrying chase, <BR/>And unperturbèd pace,<BR/>Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, <BR/>They beat -- and a voice beat <BR/>More instant than the Feet --<BR/>"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."..."</I><BR/>Hmm... who would have guessed an Opium problem?Van Harveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08470413719262297062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-90481785394600113682008-12-31T18:52:00.000-08:002008-12-31T18:52:00.000-08:00The underlying geometry in this discussion appears...The underlying geometry in this discussion appears to be not circle but parabola, and, more precisely, two cones joined at their apexes and communicating whilst in indeterminate but teleological motion.<BR/><BR/>Cosmology/Cosmogony/Christology. Dance of Siva.<BR/><BR/>JMW, bottom of yesterday's comments, reply to your query.David R. Grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16416692639208634879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-18444548834553876022008-12-31T18:27:00.000-08:002008-12-31T18:27:00.000-08:00This says Happy New Year in Latin:"Felix sit annus...This says Happy New Year in Latin:<BR/><BR/>"Felix sit annus novus"<BR/><BR/>There's something just wrong about that, isn't there?!?!?<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year to all you regulars... and irregulars!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-8973004393748863232008-12-31T17:28:00.000-08:002008-12-31T17:28:00.000-08:00If you have to ask, you'll never know.If you have to ask, you'll never know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-23877511912291183302008-12-31T17:15:00.000-08:002008-12-31T17:15:00.000-08:00Now, incarnation and ascension are the penultimate...Now, incarnation and ascension are the penultimate examples of () and (), respectively."<BR/><BR/>Does ascension here refer to death?<BR/><BR/>As the incarnation is God being made man in Jesus the ascension refers to his body "ascending" into Heaven afer his death and resurection.<BR/><BR/>BTW: Francis Thompson the author of Hound of Heaven was an opium addict barely rescued. Facinating life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-20842204309198954042008-12-31T16:24:00.000-08:002008-12-31T16:24:00.000-08:00JWM, I like your description, too. It used to real...JWM, I like your description, too. It used to really stick in my craw when random strangers would say "Smile, Jesus loves you!" (happened a couple of times that I recall). My response them was to be polite, but inwardly I would seethe, questioning everything from the stranger's faith to ( most especially) how they could really have any knowledge of what Jesus actually thinks of me. <BR/><BR/>And of course, a good bit of that seething was the knowledge that the message was True, but I didn't feel even remotely worthy. Heh - still generally don't, for that matter. But at least now my head is out of my posterior, more or less, and I can better see the message for what it is, instead of getting hung up on the human messengers.juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15975754287030568726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-58694894232671271752008-12-31T16:00:00.000-08:002008-12-31T16:00:00.000-08:00Anonymous said "Another question is, what are...Anonymous said "Another question is, what are the "Jesus Willies" referred to in yesterday's thread?...This is one of your regular trolls. Or should I say, f@#$%^& trolls?"<BR/><BR/>Can't be that regular if you don't recognize the infamous "Jesus Willies'... might I recoonmend some metamOOsOul?<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year anyway<BR/><BR/>(Did we get the premium upgrade for WV?<BR/>wv:hipsit<BR/>Huh.<BR/>)Van Harveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08470413719262297062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-17796671699717952602008-12-31T15:54:00.000-08:002008-12-31T15:54:00.000-08:00Julie: Thank you for that. While I (jealously) cla...Julie: Thank you for that. While I (jealously) claim credit for coining the phrase "Jesus willies", your defintion succinctly put the nail in the bulleye, and hit the arrow right on the head.<BR/>I coined it for my own reaction to religion which was saturated with a distasteful mix of cloying K-6 Sunday school lessons at a Methodist church, and long church services afterward. And all stuffed into unbearably uncomfortable wool suits and ties. Add to that in later years the heavy handed proselytizing, and insufferable sanctimony from all the old space brothers who suddenly went Jesus freak back in the day, and who suddenly delighted in that "Saved from the fires of Hell" brand of religion. And somewhere under all of it- no matter how vigorously you poo-poo it, denigrate it, mock it, and assert loudly your low opinion of it. Despite the impenetrable fortress of logic that you build aroung your gut to protect your self from it-<BR/> Something in that God thang, and worse- that Jesus thang still manges to shoot right through all of it, and skewer something way down in there in there where you live. So you redouble your efforts. Read some reassuring books. Enjoy your freedom form oppressive church commandments about- uh, well adultery anyway for a start, although some of the others are pretty lame too. But it never works forever. You hear someone speak sincerely about Christ, and Salvation, and it just plain creeps your ass out. Worse, it sticks in your craw, and you can't swallow it, or spit it out. Who was the metaphysical poet who wrote "Hound of Heaven?" Van would know. I'm on a roll here and I'm not goint to stop to get all scholarly.<BR/>This blog, along with some inspiration from other people I've met on line, caused me to break through that. It was illusion. Distortion. Dragons at the gate.<BR/><BR/>Nomo: Thank you as well, for what you wrote is very much what I feel happening in myself.But as of yet the crack is just open. It's like something that is slowly coming into focus. Like realizing that this is pond here, is a very, very deep body of water indeed.<BR/>Finally, I've got to jump on the humility wagon, and say that I don't grasp it better that you don't grasp it, so since I'm slower, I have, like way better humility, too.;)<BR/>All goofing aside, Often I feel like I'm all proud because I just got out of my Elementary Algebra 56 class with an A, and then realizing that this semester I'm sitting in on senior level Calculus.<BR/>Still counting on my fingers from time to time- still, every once in a while, I see a little deeper.<BR/>wv: ateall.<BR/>dammit I was hungry!<BR/><BR/>JWMAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-67336777134769522562008-12-31T14:30:00.000-08:002008-12-31T14:30:00.000-08:00You may not understand it today, but you will hope...<I>You may not understand it today, but you will hopefully undergo it by the end of this series, for it maketh perfect nonsense...</I><BR/><BR/>i can roll with that<BR/>a cup of Tea™ to savor<BR/>with my ringtailed friends<BR/><BR/>Happy Whew Year, Bob! Thanks for Gnothing!robinstarfishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15665546554663005609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-7787560040713209552008-12-31T12:30:00.000-08:002008-12-31T12:30:00.000-08:00"philosopher's stone" What is sought. ...only in t...<I>"philosopher's stone"</I> <BR/>What is sought. <BR/><BR/><I>...only in the innermost realm of the human spirit that the image of God can be said to reside.</I><BR/>Location, location!<BR/><BR/><I>"...failure to live in harmony with this divine principle must result in an ultimate inner conflict and self-contradiction..."</I><BR/>Then "success" in this would, I presume, result in "coherence and congruence."<BR/><BR/><I>"...it can equally be seen as the base or ground of our ascent to God, or "as the apex of an integrating movement in the natural order"; in other words, as a sort of crystalized kernel outside time..."</I><BR/>Isn't this the exact center of the Cross, symbolically?<BR/><BR/>Hey Bob, thanks for all you do! What a trip! Such help! So useful! Happy New Year to you, and to all the Cult members!walthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388218390016612051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580258.post-25287347723600569242008-12-31T12:28:00.000-08:002008-12-31T12:28:00.000-08:00Well put, Julie. There are poor representatives of...Well put, Julie. There are poor representatives of even the most profound truths. However, the real problem is when "Jesus willies" become "Jesus won't-ies" - or one's excuse for not looking past the poor reps to judge the Source for oneself.<BR/><BR/>wv: myling<BR/><BR/>"When you're myling, the whole world myles with you..."NoMohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01100042056270224683noreply@blogger.com