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The End of Faith

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The End of Faith

Two thoughts come to mind this morning. The deficiencies in our
      systems of governance -
local, global --
and the first two pages of The End of Faith in which he mistakes political
      (acts of war) for
religious acts,
but recognizes understanding the workings of the world is not the same
      as knowing
the unknowable.

Every new twinge provokes fear but what is there to fear? That
      one won't
live forever?
The year of a man is the day of an inchworm and 267 years on a
      reverse-
rotating Venus.
A billion of anything is a lot unless it's the distance one must traverse to
      look
at God.

How much silence, or tinnitus, can you handle? A chipmunk cannot for
      long
stand still.
Once the twinge passes I'm off to the next task: building a constituency
      for this compassion,
that solution.
The dialogue starts with a question. To know the question is almost
      certainly to find
an answer.

Conflating questions is the commonest of logic errors. No negotiation
      unless the
violence ends.
Why not talk while we fight? We can always kill, torture or assassinate
between conversations.
Justice, or retribution if you want, can remain on the table even after we
achieve understanding.

Nature is my religion, I know no other, and community is my church.
The sacrament
is policy debate. I attend church everyday. Our jobs are hymns (the
      classifieds
a hymnal)
and payment for services rendered is sung praise and gratitude. Walking
      and talking
is prayer.

Strategies to limit or subvert discussion are the only evil. Violence
is one
but not by far the only one. What's the hurry to build a highway or free
a people?
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time and time is the mercy
of eternity.





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