Sense And Sensibilities

Life's parade of fashion just leaves me depressed
Under every garment I can see the world's address
Call the men of science and let them hear this song
Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong

The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
    - They Might Be Giants, "The World's Address"

- By John Constantine

My VAIO lap top ac power attachment is screwing with me.  I have to fiddle with it every once and a while when the "you have 5 seconds left to save" message from the Windows 2000 OS.

<sigh>

So I've been thinking about the wreckage we call life a lot.  Seems everyone on god's green earth is not having ye perfect time.  Jews and Christians explain this away with the legend about the ejection of humanity from the garden of Eden.

This is kind of a weird myth, but the common message to all these stories seems to be that there are some things that just can't be forgiven.

But there are other myths, sometimes in the same mythos that seem to deal with the dangers of holding a grudge.

Like just about everything else in life, you can always find almost any justification if you look around enough.

Politicians, of course, have known this since the dawn of language made complex relationships possible between human beings.

Interpreting language and using it to communicate requires a sense of self.  If you have a sense of self, you have to have a sense of other.  Fuller called this "unity = two".

When we developed this capability, we were booted out of the garden.

Politicians are an inevitable by product of our evolution into human beings.  I'm pretty sure this is the original sin, if you believe in sin.  Some philosophies hold that we need to go beyond the illusion of duality.  Certainly, two people deeply in love describe the experience as merging themselves.

But on a more practical scale, this is the regulation mechanism for large scale human behavior.

How are you controlled.  Who pulls your strings.  It may surprise you that you have a choice.

Mind you, you don't have a choice about whether your strings get pulled or not.  That's the nature of humanity.

But you do have a choice as to who or what pulls the strings.