Greetings, Fellow Readers.
It is now 9:15 pm, weds. The 23rd of March, 2005 CE: My family has now gone to bed. That is all.
I want this damn wireless to work so I don't have to be shackled to the router out in the office back here at home. Damn fidgety technology! You were working before I came to Davis!
On another note, (faithful, I urge you to skip this, for my safety and ensured survival), I am absolutely loving Sam Harris' "The End of Faith." While at times it wields logic like a deadly scalpel, cutting rather close to what some would feel comfortable, it really does make you think about just how negative Faith is. A sample...
"The danger of religious faith is that it allows otherwise normal human beings to reap the fruits of madness and consider them holy. Because each new generation of children is taught that religious propositions need not be justified in a way that all others must, civilization is still besieged by the armies of the preposterous. We are, even now, killing ourselves over ancient literature. Who could have thought something so tragically absurd could be possible?"
- Sam Harris
Doesn't it make quite scary sense? WTF is up with all this religious killing? Like in the crusades, swords would be engraved with "Cast in the name of God, Ye not Guilty" upon them, giving corrupt "moral" justification for the slaughter of hundreds of innocents. Why hasn't anyone ever confronted this head on? I mean, it's one thing to look back and go, "Wow, that was really, really bad. People should never have done it...." Yet quite another to continue to see it going on TO THIS DAY and not seriously re-examine it with a "Whoa, hold the phone! Some serious consideration of the who, what, when, why stuff could be really useful right about now!" How blind we are (And Kierkagaard only gets points for a cool-ass name, but other than that can kiss my ass): this absurdity must be addressed.
(End rant, faithful may take off the blindfolds)
Wow, I'm going to have a break full of a lotta nuthin'. The only stuff goin on is a visit to me old High School to say hello to some buddies and old teachers, and then a trip to the city for some Fencing equipment and hopefully some time with Toes. It's one thing to have a home to come back to, but when you have nothin' much to do there (and no wheels, which I shall remedy over the summer), it's something quite different. Gotta start makin' plans now!
Enough. More Later.
- James
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