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dotsJournal: Sunshinedots
Mood: The Usual

The Sun is Shining

...Created 2007-04-30 12:23:32

dotsJournal: Easter Bunny dots
Mood: The Usual


...Created 2007-04-03 10:49:21

dotsJournal: TheGodDelusiondots
Mood: Relaxing

The First Chapter of The God Delusion:
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The boy lay prone in the grass, his chin resting on his hands. He suddenly found himself overwhelmed by a heightened awareness of the tangled stems and roots, a forest in microcosm, a transfigured world of ants and beetles and even - though he wouldn't have known the details at the time - of soil bacteria by the billions, silently and invisibly shoring up the economy of the micro-world. Suddenly the micro-forest of the turf seemed to swell and become one with the universe, and with the rapt mind of the boy contemplating it. He interpreted the experience in religious terms and it led him eventually to the priesthood. He was ordained an Anglican priest and became a chaplain at my school, a teacher of whom I was fond. It is thanks to decent liberal clergymen like him that nobody could ever claim that I had religion forced down my throat.

In another time and place, that boy could have been me under the stars, dazzled by Orion, Cassiopeia and Ursa Major, tearful with the unheard music of the Milky Way, heady with the night scents of frangipani and trumpet flowers in an African garden. Why the same emotion should have led my chaplain in one direction and me in the other is not an easy question to answer. A quasi-mystical response to nature and the universe is common among scientists and rationalists. It has no connection with supernatural belief. In his boyhood at least, my chaplain was presumably not aware (nor was I) of the closing lines of The Origin of Species - the famous 'entangled bank' passage, 'with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth'. Had he been, he would certainly have identified with it and, instead of the priesthood, might have been led to Darwin's view that all was 'produced by laws acting around us':

Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.

...Created 2007-01-19 14:06:32

dotsJournal: TheGodDelusion dots
Mood: Thinking...

Hope everyone had a great Christmas and New Year. I'm in the middle of reading Richard Dawkins 'The God Delusion.' If you haven't read it, your New Years resolution should be to go out and buy it now!

...Created 2007-01-11 13:59:44

dotsJournal: Crazydots
Mood: Crazy

Just to let folks know that I am still around but things are crazy so I may not be posting as often for a while.

...Created 2006-07-07 18:29:41

dotsJournal: Footballdots
Mood: The Usual

Football crazy time! All the main streets and shops are flying red and white flags and there are all sorts of mementos on sale. A letter in the local paper complained that we don’t do the same for the troops fighting in Iraq. Maybe if this was a war that the majority of people agreed with they would. But football, when alls said and done is a game and ideally it brings people together in friendly rivalry. Whether, it does is another thing.

I agree with those who complain that footballers are overpaid but yeah, I’ll be watching and Sel is keen. While I support England, I was pleased to see little Trinidad and Tobago do so well. Indeed, I will have very mixed feelings about Thursday’s game.

...Created 2006-06-12 04:56:45

dotsJournal: Failed my exam.dots
Mood: Depressed

Sorry I haven't been on line for a while. Been studying for an art exam - among other things - just finished. Made a complete mess of it too, misread the questions - I hate exams. Don't know why i bother i'm far too old and senile for them. Might as well have carried on writing poetry! I need a long distance big hug.

...Created 2006-05-25 08:47:47

dotsJournal: The Whaledots
Mood: Juggling Tasks

"Another thing that got forgotten was the fact that against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet. And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this poor innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity as a whale before it then had to come to terms with not being a whale any more. This is a complete record of its thoughts from the moment it began its life till the moment it ended it. Ah ... ! What's happening? it thought. Er, excuse me, who am I? Hello? Why am I here? What's my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Calm down, get a grip now ... oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it? It's a sort of ... yawning, tingling sensation in my ... my ... well I suppose I'd better start finding names for things if I want to make any headway in what for the sake of what I shall call an argument I shall call the world, so let's call it my stomach. Good. Ooooh, it's getting quite strong. And hey, what's about this whistling roaring sound going past what I'm suddenly going to call my head? Perhaps I can call that ... wind! Is that a good name? It'll do ... perhaps I can find a better name for it later when I've found out what it's for. It must be something very important because there certainly seems to be a hell of a lot of it. Hey! What's this thing? This ... let's call it a tail - yeah, tail. Hey! I can can really thrash it about pretty good can't I? Wow! Wow! That feels great! Doesn't seem to achieve very much but I'll probably find out what it's for later on. Now - have I built up any coherent picture of things yet? No. Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about, so much to look forward to, I'm quite dizzy with anticipation ... Or is it the wind? There really is a lot of that now isn't it? And wow! Hey! What's this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like ... ow ... ound ... round ... ground! That's it! That's a good name - ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me? And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence. Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now. " -Douglas Adams/The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

...Created 2006-04-26 13:14:18

dotsJournal: Busesdots
Mood: The Usual

Went on a reclaim the buses demo in Bristol at the weekend. Lots of people, all ages one thing in common - fed up of high prices, bad services and climate change.

...Created 2006-04-25 15:05:45

dotsJournal: HAPPY EASTERdots
Mood: The Usual

Going to Cornwall for Easter - hopefully inspire a few more poems - meantime - HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE.

...Created 2006-04-12 10:51:49