Okay, so my references to geometric logic and strawberries was a bit oblique. Here’s a clue. If you still don’t get it, I highly recommend the movie (or the book).
The vast universe of cable TV has a rich assortment of exciting documentary programs with which one may expand his or her awareness of things unexplained. I refer mostly to the sudden explosion of material dealing with paranormal phenomena: hour upon hour dedicated to the proposition that all spirits are created equal - or are they? Some show up as full-fledged apparitions, while others just cause a needle to move on a little meter. Meanwhile, there's the invasion of the extraterrestrials, who now reside chiefly at Area 51. I've watched the amazing autopsy films from Roswell, and marveled at the magic metal that once formed a real flying saucer. And who hasn't been persuaded by all that eyewitness evidence of Sasquatch, the Loch Ness Monster, and all the other creatures lurking in the wilderness? Well, in our home there is at least one true believer. I'm learning new and exciting things about the nature of life and the origins of the universe. Finally, it all makes sens...
There are few experiences more fulfilling to parents than watching their children immersed in the joy of life: playing, exploring, learning and inevitably growing up. My oldest daughter, Mindy, has always been possessed of that rare and wonderful spirit that not only inspires by example but also fills the world around her with love. It is that undeniable spirit that is occasionally beset with the kind of earthly trials that are meant to help us grow as children of our Heavenly Father. It is one of life's ironies that these times of testing seem to come more frequently to those who are strongest, those who have long since been proven in adversity, those who are loved for what they have already given to a world so in need of their special gift. When for a very long time I was not able to be with Mindy and her sister Fiauna, I often recalled not only their times of joy but their times of pain and fear, when as a consoling father I held them and loved them that much more. In their abse...
Confused, and... Hopeful? It’s been said that some aspects of our lives are, and should remain, private: personal issues, events, and struggles we all face. After all, we all have our own personal crosses to bear, and certainly some burdens are orders of magnitude heavier than others, including mine. That being said, I’ve decided to springboard this blog into a more extensive record of my personal, internal life, whatever the interest it might generate. What happens here will be an exploration of issues snd experiences I live through. Maybe not the most riveting stories, but facts nonetheless critical to me and potentially to others. So with this entry I hope to begin a type of journal that will document and memorialize my day-to-day life, with the hope it might be of interest to myself, my whole self and nothing but anyone other than myself.
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