Yesterday, I asked you to identify the one Color of Life — and that single article made me think along many difference paths as I contemplated your answers. At first, I thought the answer was Green; but I’ve come to believe the color of life is really: Red.
I have one question and one question only for you today, and I ask that you provide a single answer with no prevarication or asides as you defend your choice:
I suppose one of the signs of rapid aging is the inability to find humor in the universal human negative. First, we had the April Fool one day a year; now we have FMyLife.com — aka FML — haunting us with schadenfreude every day.
If you could be resurrected from the grave — re-born by science to become your own twin in a never-ending cycle of life — would you hope for that chance to live your life over again?
Dealing with the death of a pet is, for some people, an event from which they never recover. Where once we just buried pets in the backyard under a foot of dirt — or dumped the carcass in the trash bin like garbage–many now honor their deceased pets with cremation, mausoleums, headstones and other burial rites that were formerly reserved in the domain of people.
Today we live in danger of surviving only in essences and not experiences.
Continue reading → The Danger of Trading Essence for Experience
I was startled to read today that Jesus — yes, THAT Jesus — may have been the child born from a Roman raping of his mother, Mary.
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