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The Overman

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Waking up, to a world with no meaning.

We live in the great nothingness.

Ideas have consequences.

Super heroes have developed as the ultimate expression of transcending the boundaries of society.  We love the idea of being free to fly above the masses while having the ability to make the world a better place. Our culture reflects our belief that we can choose our own reality. The temporal realm is kept at a surface level of understanding and it’s our interpretations of that reality that is nurtured.  We are led to create a world where our feelings and experiences are key. Whether we lock ourselves in a repetitive cycle like Momento or Inception, take our blue pill, or our soma, we are encouraged to escape the truth.  We are attracted to the ideas of individual freedom and non-conformity, but without a transcendental source of truth we become fragmented into an existential darkness and an ultimate state of apathy.  Our world has erased all absolutes and therefore we choose to dwell in individual bubbles of distraction, finding short-lived temporal comfort in our fragmented state of purposelessness.  This has created an overall society of individual perspectives that are so apathetically detached, the only possible eventuality is a tyrannical police state.  Of course, as in A Brave New World, our sense of purpose will be so far removed we will likely embrace the tyranny as if we could be bothered to engage long enough to even notice.

 This cycle will result in the snake eating his tail scenario.  Ironically our longing for individual freedom leads to its own demise.  In our quest to break free from the bonds of society, we get lost in trying to secure our own imaginative state of autonomy. Then we willingly relinquish our freedom for dependency.  Like Batman, feeding the Joker’s psychosis,  we create our own monsters. We sow the seeds of our own destruction. We willingly blur the lines of truth to justify our emotional reality.  We feed the hatred, play both sides, so in the end we are not even sure which side was which. This false confidence we look for within ourselves, trusting our own constructs, has a cyclical nature, but also leads to a linear progression in the pschycosphere.

From romanticism, to transcendentalism, existentialism, and finally the ultimate nihilism we have today, authors like Faust, Emerson, and Nietzsche, have been systematically deconstructing our reality for centuries. They have all contributed to the ideal image of the “overman” or “ubermensch” that became our “Superman” that we now hold dear. Sadly though, instead of a the moral and just hero we associate with Superman, we are really being prepared for the coming anti-Christ. Hitler used the idea of the overman to justify killing millions of Jews, we use it to justify post modernism.

We have gone from reason to non-reason. The French Revolution, communism, Nazi Germany, and the war on terror, all show us how idealism fails to translate to reality in an ever increasingly relativistic society. The most deadly century in history is our result.

It’s no wonder that Carl Jung’s solution of escaping reality to find the god within ourselves is the epitome our culture’s inability to live in and comprehend the real world. We are ill-equipped to deal the potential threats and convoluted entanglement of consequences that will come from our detached reality, whether we are warding off real and imaginary crime villains, or trying to deal with our own everyday hum drum problems and commitments.

Why is “science” demonizing science?

Happy Earth Day Ya’ll! It’s no coincidence that Earth Day is on Lenin’s birthday, or maybe it is. Certainly promoters of Earth Day will say that the connection is just silly. Right wing conspiracy making lunacy from logic. That doesn’t change the fact that it’s purpose is completely aligned with communism.

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Let’s not forget the obvious intentions of the UN toward global equality and it’s connections to use environmental policy as one way to shape that goal. But lets take a closer look at the techniques used to promote their policies. Take this quote for example from UNESCO, the UN’s educational, scientific and cultural division,

“…taking the techniques of persuasion and information and true propaganda that we have learnt to apply nationally in war, and deliberately bending them to the international tasks of peace, if necessary utilizing them — as Lenin envisaged – to ‘overcome the resistance of millions‘ to desirable change.

The past several years have brought about an intensity in the campaign to employ soviet type propaganda tactics to marginalize and demonize anyone who dares to question to current mainstream narrative of so-called “science”. A platform has been created for political ideas that has been lumped together with the overall idea of empirical scientific advancement in order to solidify it as unconditional truth. This platform includes a broad scope of evolutionary ideas and origins, climate change caused by human behavior, the safety of vaccines, GMO’s, and other environmental issues.

These political issues share a common global perspective in the larger agenda for population control, redistribution of the wealth, and the elimination of societal institutions like religion and the family structure, that are blamed for national allegiance and the prevention of globalism.

Today marks yet another clichéd demonstration called “The March For Science”.  People are outraged that in this day and age, some have the audacity to question so-called proven science. Things like global warming, whoops, I mean climate change, and evolution are the issues. The rhetoric is that a few ignorant, unscientific, illiterate, rogues are challenging of the scientific method used to prove empirical data. They are accused of intellectual destruction and leading masses of poor children back to the abuses of the medieval dark ages.

I was always under the impression that “science”  meant asking questions? More specifically,

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  1. the intellectual and practical activity encompassing the systematic study of the structure and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment.

So, since when is questioning the status quo unscientific? Neil Degrasse Tyson is a spokesperson along with Bill Nye the Science Guy, (not actually a scientist), for the “March For Science”. They have put forth a vitriolic campaign, likening the decline of the American way of life to the questioning of “established” science. Videos are being widely circulated online working to marginalize anyone who drifts from the global agenda.

How established is the science we are talking about? More importantly, how trustworthy are the scientists who are establishing these facts?

Should we not consider the possibility of corruption of facts for a bigger agenda? Why is big brother telling us the way to scientific progress is asking questions on one hand, but we dare not question on the other? It seems more like statist propaganda to me. Lets not forget 1984’s, “2+2=5”. What is truth? What the state says it is.

So what about the truth of established mainstream science? We are always hearing that these facts have been proven by the empirical method and we might as well believe in unicorns if we try to call this into question.

Methods used to formulate this data is suspect though. In these articles by MIT graduate and meteorologist Charlie Clough, we see that sometimes neglecting to disclose the full data leads to corruption through omission. http://www.cnsnews.com/commentary/charles-clough/climate-change-theorists-consistently-deceive-glaring-omission

http://barbwire.com/2015/12/02/7-reasons-to-oppose-any-agreement-from-the-paris-climate-summit/

If we take a deeper look we can see the bigger agenda. It really has nothing to do with “science”. In fact, using science as an omnipotent entity is a logical fallacy. “Science says” and other similar terminology are used to manipulate us into thinking there is some sort of determinate quality that is encompassed in the authoritative term, “science”.  The truth is science is an array of fluid and changing data. What may have been controversial before is mainstream today. While the scientific method is indeed a reliable source for empiricism, there is a great deal of personal interpretation involved when it comes to the issues being debated. Climate data is limited to just over 100 years of recorded history. It’s preposterous to attempt to take such a fragmented period of data and make factual claims about what will happen in the future, and how much can be attributed to humans. In the same regard, evolution is not observable.

There is also reason to believe that political agendas and fraudulent behavior carry a heavy influence over published data. https://jaysanalysis.com/2015/08/14/the-age-of-transition-and-scientism-fraud/ . And that individual agendas are also in play, https://jaysanalysis.com/2014/06/10/philosophy-phoenix-arises-to-annihilate-degrasse-tyson/ .

Of course there is also the more blatant agenda that doesn’t even attempt to hide its intentions, like the article below mentions from earlier this year that global warming was created as a motive to change the global economy. https://thenationalsentinel.com/2017/02/03/un-official-actually-admits-that-global-warming-is-a-scam-designed-to-change-worlds-economic-model/un declares purpose for climate change redistribution of wealth

Tyson and others are claiming that science is what made America great, and that having a president and vice president that challenge the status quo, is leading our country into a state of regression. Personally, I believe this is a contradiction. Science is all about challenging the status quo to discover new frontiers. So I guess it’s time we get it straight, (for our democracy and all) and pledge allegiance to the phantom named “science”, that contrary to its definition, demands that it’s predetermined truth must be left to the experts, and everyone else needs to blindly follow in line. Best to leave the science to the scientists son.

shady drop cloth curtains and summer breezes

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It’s difficult to find a shade solution when your patio has 18 feet ceilings. The afternoon sun blazes right across our patio for most of the day all summer long.  It’s really nice and shady in the winter though. (sarcasm)

I am now on my third attempt to make my lovely patio bearable through the day during the summer months. I love to be outside any chance I get, and I don’t mind the hot sticky Houston heat, as long as I have some shade.

My first attempt was a Coolaroo shade I purchased at Costco.  After much begging I convinced my husband and oldest son to hang it for me. It was during the hottest time of day, we had one extension ladder that reached the top of the patio, and one that did not. They were both slightly wobbly because there was no good surface to lean them on. I am terrified of heights so I jumped back and forth, screaming, attempting to hold both ladders steady while they lifted this significantly heavy shade over their heads, trying to snap it into the three brackets on the ceiling. It was quite the ordeal. It ending up providing pretty good shade, but the coverage was only partial. It was 8 x 8 feet and had a crank handle to roll it up and down. However, our patio height was about 18 feet so you would have to be 10 feet tall to reach the handle. It was fine left hanging except when a summer storm would come out of the blue and the shade would start whipping around violently. Several times I ran to fetch the ladder to reach the crank handle. Getting drenched in a summer downpour I would race to crank it up as fast as I could while ducking the weighted pole swinging back and forth at the bottom of the shade. Sadly, the old Coolaroo disappeared one night, apparently succumbing to the wind and giving up its fight. It lasted about 2 months.

My next attempt was a large drop cloth curtain. I purchased two 12×16 canvas drop cloths, a black curtain rod and rings from Home Depot. I wanted to try to use iron pipes for the curtain rod, but I was afraid the length would be wrong and the weight a challenge.

Again after much prodding I convinced my lovely husband to hang the curtains. This time we had a 10 foot platform ladder to make things a bit more stable, but still not quite tall enough. So my poor husband had a heck of a time standing on the tippy top and tackling it all on his lonesome. I got home to see a beautiful curtain hanging. However, the breeze had picked up the enormous sheet of fabric while he was hanging it and nearly knocked him from the ladder, so he decided to only do one side. Again I started to plead for the second curtain to go up. A few months later the blessed day arrived and the second curtain went up. They looked great! A bit short, but definitely wide enough, I tied them off to keep them from billowing.

About two days later, a strong storm kicked up and we raced outside to button down the hatches. My husband held one of the billowing curtains and the other one  flew up wrapped itself around a wind turbine on the roof. The next thing you know, SNAP, the poor gigantic curtain ripped itself from its rings. All the rings parting in different ways. Dagnabbit.  I could not bring myself to give in to my husbands urges to give it up. Nothing was going to work there. I am not one to let go easily, so I got back on pinterest, brainstorming away.

All I came up with was thinner longer panels and maybe stronger rings.It would have to do. I ordered four, 5 x 20 drop cloths and some metal rings from Amazon. I tried to be patient for a week or so, left the ladder sitting out and waited. Thankfully, the dear man hung all four panels without a hitch and so far they are working beautifully. They are a darker color than the other ones but I think they look great. I am planning to spray them with Rust-oleum NeverWet, to keep them from getting moldy. All in all, despite all the trouble, where else can you find 20 feet curtains for $20 dollars a panel?

Find me something I can gel stain

I have been toying with the idea of painting my interior doors black for a dramatic impact, but have been afraid of such a drastic move. So I decided to use Java Gel Stain by General Finishes on just my interior doors.IMG_5999

I have three exterior doors like this and one double door. They are all fiberglass, not wood. If you don’t have wood doors be sure to use a gel stain because it stays on the surface and does not penetrate. I used a 2″ paint brush to apply the stain. It took about two coats to cover completely cover the lighter color underneath. You can choose to leave a slight brush stroke to give the appearance of a wood grain. I went over the brush strokes for a more solid look.  Be sure to wear rubber gloves because the stain is pain to wash off of your hands, and still some will inevitably get through the gloves. Any brushes you use will be toast afterwards too, so plan to throw them out. This is inconvenient when applying multiple coats. I suppose soaking them in paint thinner might work to get them clean but I wouldn’t know because I am too lazy for such things. I did buy a little plastic case that keeps paint rollers wet,(as seen on Shark Tank!) that has proved invaluable.

rollerAfter two coats and ample drying time. I applied an outdoor uv resistant polyurethane finish to protect the stain.  Gel stain is not an exterior finish so if you want it to hold up over time, this is essential. I used General Finishes High Performance with UV protection. HOWEVER, be sure to read the instructions. I myself failed to do this and applied a liberal coat to all my doors and them left them to dry. The instructions say to let the coat sink in and then wipe off the excess. The result was a very thick shiny coating that looked horrible. To fix this, I applied another coat of gel stain to calm it down. SO, don’t be lazy like me and read the directions. Do it right the first time and all that right? Anyway after it was all said and done, I am very happy with the results!

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Where are the words that fill my brain?

The words that lurk unformed, peeping out in blurry bits.

Words to pick apart the blanket of silence crushing down,

Isolating, defeating, smothering.

Words to lift me out of my island to myself,

Words to travel the vast empty space.

To cast out, to catch the hope,

to latch on to living souls.

The souls are sleeping, the words are afraid to wake them up.

The space is growing, swallowing letters, leaving vapors.

The silence is up to my ears now, distorting the distant sounds,

with cool lapping to and fro, the words floating away,  a distant sailboat

as it disappears with the sun.

Time in a Bottle

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My story begins sometime when I was about 12 years old.  I had my own space in our new house, and lots of it.  A hidden door in my closet opened to an attic I had claimed as my secret room. I covered the walls with song lyrics and would bury myself in blankets in the winter, and sweat to death in the summer, while I spent hours upon hours in my little bunker, writing poems, painting, and listening to music. The occasional spider or spooky shadow sometimes sent me bolting out into the closet like the kids from Narnia trying to find their way home.

On a clear summer night, I would sit outside my window on the roof, and stare at the stars.  I had it in my head that I was in love with some boy from school. I never talked to him, and didn’t really know much about him, but I had this idea about love. It was self-sacrificing and deep. I didn’t care if he ever talked to me again, but I would daydream about him growing up, getting married and being happy. I would sit on my little roof and wish to the stars,  and whisper, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Something about threes was important. Say it three times, I am not sure why. I think I had some sense of triunity, I knew that the threes held everything together.

Behind my parents house, there was a heavily treed creek, and further back, a small pond. I loved it back there. After school, I would lay and read on this huge fallen tree that made a bridge across the creek. My dad was sure I had taken all the kitchen spoons somewhere in those woods. Some days, I hiked back to the pond, through the thick brush. I distinctly remember, on many a brisk fall evening, realizing I had missed the straight path and was caught in the middle of the thorn trees, and nettles, and spider webs, right when dusk was setting in. Panic crept up as the wind carved through my clothes. There was never a good way out, I would wish I could teleport myself. Trying not to think about what was stirring in the waist-high grass, I would just starting running like a maniac in full panic mode. I generally emerged with a few bloody scratches and the cursed nettles stinging like hell. My mom’s voice in my heading saying, “I am NOT buying you any more shoes!” But as I climbed up to the bank to the pond, the sun scattered all over the surface of the water, blinking like diamonds, and the sky a million shades of pink and purple, my recent trauma would melt away, forgotten, and I would say,”I love you, I love you, I love you.”

I loved that pond so much, I used to tell people I wanted my ashes scattered there when I died. Well, a third of them, I wanted a third in the ocean, and a third in the mountains somewhere. You know, threes. I used to think about death a lot, not in a morbid way, just in a matter of fact kind of way.  I never really felt like I was part of this world. I never pictured myself growing up and doing all the traditional things people do. I would tell people, I was going to grow up and live on the beach in a VW bus, yep, I was going to be a bag lady and sell sea shells by the sea-shore. Until I was 19 of course, after that, I would most likely be dead.  Just couldn’t picture living past 20. I would also plan that for some reason I was living past 20, I would just live vicariously through my best friend’s life, I would be her nanny and help raise her children, and love them as my own. Strange how things turn out.

I thought this through high school, so it didn’t bother me at all when I left my sophomore year and took my equivalency test to start classes at the community college.  I didn’t mind missing prom and graduation, or the college experience, I just never expected to do those things anyway.

When I did eventually grow older than 19, my thinking did not really change. I got married about a month after my 22 birthday.  I didn’t think about it ahead of time, we had known each other only a few months and decided to elope one weekend without telling anyone. I never thought I would get married.  I got pregnant within a few months after that, and I just kept moving forward. I never thought I would have kids. Of course I was happy though, I loved my family, and I was grateful for my life.  I just never expected it to happen that way.

For the next several years I was just busy just living, and I didn’t have a chance to think too much. Always in the back of my mind, though, I would still look at the stars and think, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Somewhere along my path, all the questions that I had been pushing down over the years, came popping up, like that little squirrel in Ice Age trying to plug all the holes. Maybe the cliché’ questions like, “Why am I here?” were a bit of a stretch, but I knew there was so much more than I could see. I had always felt like a vessel passing through, my soul watching out the window, trees and people whizzing by. Buildings and landscape until it just fades into a blur. Time and space ticking along, suppressing the eternity trapped inside.

You see, that’s what it is, God put eternity in all our hearts, and we go through life pushing it down, or trying to turn it into something else. We have eternity in our hearts because we are made in Gods image.  Because he is eternal, we have a sense of eternity, an internal understanding. Yet we toil away in time, trying to hold on to what is already passing away.

We all know God. Not just an idea of a god, something that connects us all,  or some sort of cosmic designer.  We know HIM. Personally.

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what is made, so that we are without excuse. Romans 1:20

Obviously, we are born and begin at a given time, but God is eternal and has known us throughout eternity. He has always known outside time everything He would ever carry out inside time. He is in control of every aspect of time and space. We sometimes like to think of the universe as eternal. The universe cannot be eternal because it was created by God, and if it were not, there could be no purpose to anything. Something that’s eternal could not be designed because it would precede any designer, so that would make the universe and everything in it, right down to every subatomic quark, completely random and without purpose. So either you have random eternal matter, or an eternal designer , and that would, therefore, give everything in the universe purpose.

God tells us that the day will come when nothing we see will exist. He will put an end to time and space as we know it. Even death itself. Up to this point we have a choice, it’s simple really. Do we want life or death? There is only one source of life. God offers us eternity, as a free gift. Yet, sadly, we often choose darkness over light. We choose death.

And the sea gave up the dead which were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead which were in them; and they were judged, every one of them according to their deeds. Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. This is the second death, the lake of fire. And if anyone’s name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire. Rev 20:13-15 Then I saw a new heaven and new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth passed away, and there is no longer any sea. Rev. 21:1

 

Last summer I was visiting my parents, and I again hiked back to the pond. My son and I braved the nettles and thorn trees with panic at dusk.  The sunlight greeted us as we climbed the bank. Of course, time had moved on, the water was covered in moss and the overgrowth was so thick we could not get too close to the water. That’s the trouble with time, it keeps going. We look to the future with hope and faith, and to the past with judgement and regret. Trying to make our way to the things we want to find, but hold on to the things we lost, but we only grasp at dust.

In eternity, there will be no judgement, no hope or faith, for all is realized and we will see as we are meant to see. No more glimpses of what is to come, no more regret for things past. But, what remains forever will be the most important thing, LOVE.

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:12-13

I know that this is what I want to cling to, that is why I am here on this planet. I know as I pass through in my vessel, those sparkles on the pond’s surface, and far up in the night sky, those people I meet along the way, my family, and my babies I hold tight, these are  glimpses into eternity. This is where my heart lives. I cannot hold on to anything in this world, but I will listen to Him as He calls me from eternity, as I have heard Him since I was young, and I will answer Him back from time, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Paint and Gel Stain End Tables

Why have an old piece of furniture laying around that you don’t particularly care for, when it is so simple to change it! I am really lazy when it comes to doing projects.  I mean, I love to do projects, but I am lazy in how I go about doing them, so I don’t always go through all the recommended steps. Like sanding, I never sand unless it is absolutely necessary.

So I had a couple of end tables sitting around, they were a very 80’s brown wood, with a thick coat of shellac, and brass hardware. I forgot to take a before pic, but I am sure you can imagine them. I was in a big hurry to get the house ready for guests and I thought I would just spray paint them a nice teal color and be done with them.

I took them out back and spray painted them, but they ended up being a much brighter turquoise than I had planned. Now I had not sanded them, so they were kind of blotchy too. (I mentioned I was lazy.) I was out of spray paint and did not feel like driving to the store, so I checked my garage and found a can of paint in what looked like the same color. So I used it with a small watercolor brush to try and fill in the blotches on the table. The color was a bit different, but it ended up giving it a slightly glazed antiqued look.  It actually turned out pretty good, what do you know!

I still thought they were a bit too bright, so after they were dry I took some General Finishes Gel Stain in Java and using a 2″ brush, stained the top of the tables. Then I did a second coat. Perfect! Well, perfect for a lazy person. 😉

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Painted Drop Cloth Drapes

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These may be just the coolest, easiest, cheapest, drapes you can make.  Well, you don’t even have to make them, you can just hang them up, as is.

So, the first thing you wanna do is, go buy your drop cloths. Lowe’s and Home Depot will sell canvas painter’s drop cloths in various sizes.  I bought two, 6 x 9 panels. They were about $10 a piece. You can also pick up some curtain rings, and hardware while you are there, they will likely have several to choose from.  Or, you can always sew in a rod pocket pretty easily.  The drop cloths are already hemmed, so all you need to do is run them through the washing machine to soften them up, and then iron them really well.  This is the hardest part.

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Then just clip them up and you are done. 🙂

OR…

You can paint them.

I spent months looking everywhere for wide horizontal striped fabric, to no avail. This was my inspiration picture.

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So I decided to try to paint the fabric myself.  This is what led me to the drop cloth idea.  I purchased a small can of paint from HD, I am super cheap, so I got a can someone had returned for $3.  I wasn’t picky about the color and it looked pretty good. Total now is $23. Well, I paid $50 for the hardware but you may already have that, and can probably get it much cheaper.

After I ironed the drop cloths, I laid them as flat as possible on my garage floor.  I taped them down to keep them straight, and then I measured 18″ stripes, and marked them with painters tape.  Frog tape works really well because you don’t want it to bleed along the edges. It is not easy to get it straight because the drop cloths are not uniform.  Just take your time and try to use a something straight to guide you.  Measure as you go. So then I rolled the paint on with a 6″ foam roller. It goes on heavier in certain places, but I liked the effect that it gave.  After they dry, hang them up.  Cheers!12355106_10208601968196293_1332452112_n

 

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Circular Reasoning and the Beauty of Balance

Isn’t funny how our brains can migrate from a glimpse of absolute clarity to complete vacancy in what seems like a nano second?  How does that happen?  Thoughts go from conceptualizations to vapors before they are made into actual thoughts, much less words.  I really hate that.  It is sort of my version of circular reasoning, of the unintelligent kind.  I go from nothing back to nothing.  Of course it is hard work getting there too!  It reminds me of Vizzini from the Princess Bride trying to rationalize which cup has the poison.

I believe these glimpses or fragments are finite versions of some sort of whole.  We spend our lives trying to replicate this whole in one way or another. We often reason ourselves from one side of an issue to another, trying to find it’s truth, trying to find it’s purpose.  It is an endless quest of futility. We search to find balance or unity through the many paradoxes we encounter everyday.  Sometimes, we even try to understand the greater why that fuels them all. We try, but we are just finite beings, we are just grasping at fragments. There can never be purpose or understanding if all we have is a part of a whole. We may try to figure out the whole, the “one” that unites all these parts. Perhaps with the proper logic or experience we can fill in the blanks.

What was the whole again? What were we talking about?

Oh, right, there I go again.

We assume the whole is just everyone’s fragments. Naturally, right?  All the bits and pieces of everything, the ideas and experiences, matter and energy all rolled into one.

I don’t think so. I mean, I am sure they make up some sort of whole. I just don’t think they are the whole we are looking for. They are our counterfeit whole. In their grand sum they are still just fragments, just parts.  There is nothing to tie them together and give them unity. So if that is true, then there is no purpose to anything.  We can find only temporary meaning or purpose, but no real truth, nothing eternal.

What if all that energy and matter and bits and pieces, all those rabbit trails of fragmented reasoning are really a reflection of something bigger? A reflection of the real whole? Something outside of all of those things. Something where each of those fragments represent an entire whole? What if all of those parts are actually given purpose by the whole, the “One” that creates union and balance? If that is true, if things can have balance and purpose, and they must have been designed that way. If not, we go back to our random parts, back to our meaningless fragments.

Many attribute this design to some unseen force or power in the universe.  They think that somehow all the molecular structure of everything is connected and works together to guide and unify.  I suppose that makes sense in a way. Everything consists of the same elements, things do connect in many ways.  There is something missing though.  The universe may be a natural leap because it is seemingly infinite and the largest thing we can attempt to fathom.  While the universe is indeed large, it cannot compare to the intricate vast depth of a conscious being.  It is not capable of logic or reasoning, it has no nature or personality.  So it becomes impossible to connect the randomness of a universe of matter, space and energy with the abstract world of a conscientious personality.  Even if you could somehow combine both realms into one reality, you would still be left with an incomplete whole.  There is nothing to connect the physical and spiritual world together to give it meaning.  We can only wonder from one side to the other as the emptiness of one side fuels the other.

So one can either bounce along this path indefinitely, or reach the end of their existential rope.  Either way, they are powerless and left with vapors.

So maybe those fleeting moments of clarity are just electromagnetic impulses in our brains.  Or perhaps they are a glimpse of something more.  I believe they are both, I believe both have purpose.  However, the only possible way for both to exist with purpose is if what unifies them is eternal.  Eternal in all ways.  Eternal in space, omnipresent. Eternal in consciousness, omniscient.  Infinite, or outside time, and sovereign in all ways.  There is nothing like that in our universe or even in the depths of our imagination, nothing at all for comparison.  Anything we use to try to represent this, no matter how large, is temporal.

Yet somehow we all innately know the only thing to describe this is God.  He must contain all of these attributes, and what we see both within the physical universe and within our abstract minds are finite versions of His infinite attributes.  They all reveal Him, and Him as their creator.  This is why He can be the only answer, the meaning to all things.  The beginning and end to all reasoning.  The difference between endless circular reasoning, and a beautiful balance and unity in all things.

Making a Tree skirt

I was browsing through Walmart and ran across some cute fabric, so I decided to attempt a tree skirt.  I bought 4 yards of this fabric.

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I also bought 4 yards of burlap, and a yard of some shiny aqua fabric that reminded me of a mermaid’s tail.

 

I am not a very good seamstress, my poor grandmother would shake her head at me.  I usually just eyeball it.  Hey, that’s how I roll.  So I basically cut out one yard of the sea fabric, then cut the burlap a couple of inches larger around the outside.  I cut the corners off to make it round, and I cut the mermaid fabric into about 3″ strips. Then I simply sewed both pieces to the mermaid fabric all the way around.  Volla’

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