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What, can the devil speak true?
Do you ever have the feeling that you know something so well, understand it so completely, that further discussion is unnecessary? That differing opinions about it are shallow, and not worth considering because they may be misleading or false? Although knowledge is always tentative, and should be open to amendments if new facts come to…
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Was it about God, or god, we were taught?
Is God dead -or for that matter was He ever alive? Could a god really be gendered, and if so, which one would it pick… and why? What is a ‘god’ anyway? I’ve wondered about these things for years… To take a step back for a moment, when I was a child, I assumed my…
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When I ope my lips, let no dog bark
Don’t you sometimes wonder about the way we humans think? Why do we assume that how we understand things transcends all other mammals -all other animals or plants for that matter? Is it simply a matter of our hubris, or is it because each of us is conscious of our own individuality: our difference from…
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There is flattery in friendship
I have always admired liminality; for me, boundaries are also thresholds. And yet there are areas where, until recently, only angels dared to tread. But I am content to watch from afar; I have neither the need, nor the desire to trespass; I am content with who I am, but curious about who I am…
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My body, myself
I have to admit that I have long considered that expressions like ‘I was just following my heart’, or ‘It just felt right’ were on the woo-woo side of the curtain -that they were attempts to justify an action for which no other suitable explanation could be found. As if we felt compelled to resort…
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Utere, non numera
There was a time when I believed that practice made perfect, but now that I am old, I have to wonder why it matters. Not so much the need to practice, you understand, but more the need to strive for perfection. Surely practicing is meant to accomplish something else -we can never achieve perfection. In…
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The feast of languages
I’ve never been very good at foreign languages -perhaps that’s why I am so fascinated that some people can speak more than one with seeming ease. Some languages, I can recognize by the sound alone, although I don’t understand what is being said, for others I can make out a few words, although seldom the…
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A hug is always the right size.
I did not grow up in a hugging family. It’s something I had to learn -along with shaking hands, and little taps on the arm to indicate I was both listening and understanding what the other person was saying. We did not touch each other very much. I don’t want to suggest that we never…
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I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks, and ever thanks.
There was a time -an admittedly naïve time- when I assumed it was not only polite to thank somebody if they did something for me, but rude and ungrateful if I neglected this common courtesy. I still feel that way, of course, but of late I’ve wondered whether constant thanking dulls its effect: if every…
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