Monday

Several innocent souls read my nonsense, and not unlikely what they’re looking for is words of holiness from the holy man, not his rants into his political or social extremism. Nor his peculiar curiosities and phobias.

Astronomers (in my next life my destiny is either astronomy exploring distant galaxies and beyond into the multiverse, or meteorology chasing hurricanes and tornadoes, not theology BTDT) have found out that stars were formed much sooner after the Big Bang than was previously known. Fascinating to contemplate.

Less fascinating and singularly unilluminating, even appalling if one lets it be so, are the inane and certitudinous Comments one reads by scrolling down under online news. It’s possible to find God in cosmological exploration, but not in mindless religious certitude, which is like crawling into a garbage can, curling up, and pulling the lid down tight. What do I love most about Anglicanism? Scripture, Tradition and Reason: we don’t check our brains at the door, and I can peek out into the cosmos.

Why the above rant? Wandering around in this morning’s news, and just came from there. Quit scrolling down into the Comments: they are maddening. Better, keep Marcus Aurelius in mind: dismiss maddening absurdities as irrelevant and passing. Even entertaining, amusing.

Or the absurdities may actually have it right. In which case, turn off the lights and go home.

"Certitudinous" always comes up with a red line under it, but it’s my own personally coined word. When using PC I taught my Dell to recognize it; can't teach Mac anything, so it can redline and be hanged.

Elsewhere in the news this morning: bat eating spiders. 

Anyone who doesn’t see this and know to stay out of bat caves is even more dense than Bubba.

Shudder.

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