I have felt lulled and enbalmed, cooed and indulged by you all, but now kicked in the arse by conscience to get back to the cruel but necessary old world again. Of course, I won't quite do that yet. I don't respond well to violence. I resolutely do the other thing. It's a moral position. So now my morality is fighting my conscience and I'm not sure which virulent strain will win. I mean physical problems are hard enough, but when they become metaphysical - 'hello?', as Monica from Friends would say. But for now I'm taking another para(trooper)cetamol to quell the recent disturbance. Today's weather report is 'sore throat still, but going south; painfall in the right ear subsided, leaving sporadic outbursts in the west.' I think I'll just lie down again, and put ... one ... more ... pillow ... there we go.
So enough about me, what about me? Oh no, that's not how it goes? What is it? ... How are ...? No ... I know it begins with a yeu ... no, it's gone. Ah well. I just remembered this dirty joke about a goat. Want to hear it? Aah ... something about a sticky goat, was it? ... no, it was a bitch goat who got stuck somewhere ... ah no ... what was it?! Uhu! That's how it went. Youhoo. No, now I remember - what about youhoo? No wait a minute, I'm getting confused, that wasn't the joke. Who's the silly goat who always gets into sticky situations? Yahoo! Hmmm. These paratroopers seem to be reducing the old grey cells a watt or two. Anyway, what about you? I'm feeling a bit better thanks. Who said that? Who's on first? No, Watts on first, Whos on second. Yes, I think i better put my watts on first and post again later. I'm nearly better.
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Stephen you must have taken some Frankie Howard pills.Quick. More ice-cream nurse !
I'm finding that I have time to think during my con valescence. I found myself reading Aquinas, Blaise Pascal and Immanual Kant on the Existence of God this afternoon. I was watching snooker at the same time so I was able to compare the more modern day philosophers like John Virgo and Willie Thorn with these older luminaries.
I also realised that I need to learn more about Darwin (No. Not his theory on potting the balls but Evolution). I have heard loads about this guy but I have not read about his theory to any great extent. My inqusitive mind says that I cannot exclude anyone from my search for a truth (if such a thing exists).
Anyway I'm going to Google Darwin ans see what I come up with.
Give my regards to the goat.
Cheers
Dominic
Google Darwin away, Dominic. It's all good stuff, though Darwinianism applied to anything other than biology is seriously suspect.You spent the afternoon with three good philosophers, and Aquinas and Kant were ok too. It really is good to get back in touch like this. I'll give you a ring one day soon.
Hi Stephen. Yes. It's me again. You don't hear from me for ages and now I cannot stop writing.
I was struggling to find some sort of analogy yesterday between proofs for the existence of God and the game of snooker. Eureka !! I think I have found something. As our old friend Tommmy Aquinas says " a cause must exist if its effect exists". In other words if the white ball falls into a pocket someone must have put it there. As Denis Taylor would say " Its the old "ex parte motus" argument again".
Meanwhile Mr Darwin's theory seems to have a bit of a hole in it. This hole is called " an irreducible complex system" i e. a system composed of multiple parts all of which are necessary for the system to function. If even one part is missing, the entire system will fail to function. Every individual part is integral Thus, such a system could not have evolved slowly, piece by piece.
Even Darwin confessed "To suppose that the eye with all its inimitable contrivances for adjusting the focus to different distances, for admitting different amounts of light, and for the correction of spherical and chromatic aberration, could have been formed by natural selection, seems, I freely confess, absurd in the highest degree".
I am moving on now to investigate "The Big Bang" ( which apparently was not a big explosion at all) and DNA Double Helix.
You know sometimes I wonder why I have to know all this stuff. Will it do me any good? I asked someone recently if they ever questioned the existence of God and they said they just know God exists and they didn't need or want to explore it any further.They did not say this in an arrogant or righteous way but in a simple way as if they were telling me the time of day or giving me directions. I envy such people and their faith.
I think that I will have to get out of the house more next week. I am beginning to realise that I miss contact with people. Even if it's just to sit and watch the world going by in some local coffee establishment.
Please do phone or visit Stephen. I would love to see you again. We could philosophise or gossip, whichever takes our fancy.
Oh yes. And how is your throat? Are you husky enough yet?
Regards
Dominic
Heh Dominic, like a parliamentarian I'll have to refer you to the comments I will make some time in the future, as I'm shagerama-ed. I'll discuss these things in person. And my voice is actually going the other way. Oh well, that's the side effect of getting better I suppose.
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