Spiritual/Political/Philosophical Blog on the Nature of Truth and Falsehood and Heaven
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Saturday, June 01, 2002 Thought for a Sunny Day 60 Once on a camping trip with a friend of mine, we were often annoyed at campgrounds and elsewhere by people with their endless supply of noisemaking machinery and behavior. Yet, I realized as I watched people at the Devil's Punchbowl in Oregon that people are irresistibly drawn to the Real in nature whether at the beach, the Redwoods, or rivers. All these noisy, TV toting campers, surfers, sailboarders, dune buggiers, snow mobilers, jet skiers, hang gliders, and so on are drawn to the Real. Wanting to see, feel, and touch it like Catholics with our relics, statues, sacraments and sacramentals. The sad part is that even as I mingle, talk, observe all these people, as much as they admire and desire the Real, they abjectly fear to be real themselves. They want the Real, but will not be real people. Or they attempt to confuse themselves with the thought that a sensual and superficial life is a real life because it seems a living form of being. Some times, at funerals, you hear the dead described as someone who "lived life to the fullest." What is really meant is that so and so had a boundless appetite for thrills, excitement, food, drink, pleasure, and was eternally restless. It is pathetic that anyone should confuse such a life with a real life. posted by Mark Butterworth | 11:47 PM | |
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