With god...

With god anything is possible because fiction can do anything.

Insomnia

I have never really understood how I can be so completely exhausted, but so completely unable to sleep. I don't mind waking up at four a.m. or even3:30 if I can fall asleep at a decent hour, but laying in bed for hours tossing around (or trying to remain stil) is quite annoying. Days upon days of this is really becoming too much for me. This is when my mind begins wandering into dark places. This is when I begin to worry myself.

Grading

I just walked into the bathroom to take a break from grading, and I let out a sigh that hauntingly sounded like my Mother's final and be labored breaths. That sound made me realize that I would rather be here, grading endless papers than not be here at all. How simple it is to realize that this life, even the toils some parts, are preferable to no life at all.

Fathers and Sons

If Jesus is the son of god, but is simultaneously also god, then does that mean that all of our sons are also us, ourselves? If so, then when we talk to our sons, are we also talking to ourselves? And what happens when our sons don't listen to us, am I just not listening to myself? Why would I not listen to myself, especially I I said, "Hey son, can you please get me a beer?" and he replies, "No". I wouldn't ever say that to myself.
And one more thing, what are the implications of your son is adopted? Is he really me, or just kinda sorta?

Social Darwinism?

It's not survival of the fittest, it's the flourishing of the most deceptive.

This Amazing World

I am not so ridiculously egocentric as to believe that some grand deity created this immense universe simply to put me on a planet in the inner part of Cygnus Orion arm of the Milly Way galaxy so that I could be shepherded through life, prolesletize about the greatness of this absent creator, and finally go to a paradise afterlife based on my very human constructs and desires. No, to me that is nothing short of absurd. Instead, I prefer learning about the wonders of this amazing place. I prefer to make our home more hospitable. I prefer to teach our fellow humans about the good and bad of our civilization, about how to communicate well, and how and why it is important to experience this life in as many ways possible. I prefer to bring joy and happiness and understanding to the human race instead of placating the masses through mystical babble that even a kindergartner should realize is nothing more than wishful thinking. Instead, we should place the same amount of faith in ourselves and others as we place in those mysterious invisible beings we call gods. Imagine what we, as a species, could accomplish then. That would be something worth celebrating and paying homage to.

If I Was Blessed (but I'm not)

If I was religious, I would say that I am truly blessed. But I don't subscribe to the conquerer's religion, and they made sure that I would never know the religion of my ancestors, so I am left with little more than the beautiful knowledge that we are nothing more than the desires of the conquerors. I am nothing more than the desires of some band of men who swept across Europe after Constantine converted and sent his hoard forth to prolesthetize and murder for a newly made god. But that is too grim. I am more than that. I am the strange concoction of almost 14 billion years ( or maybe more) of an evolving universe. Still, at this moment, I am the father of two beautiful children and husband to a wonderfully beautiful wife. Hoy, solo soy el papi lleno de mi graciosa vida.