Happy Friday Friends & Digital Neighbors!
Well, you made it through another week of craziness and insanity fed to us by the Cabal of Big Tech, Enemedia, Academia, Entertainment and the Cogs of the Perma-State. I try to limit my intake of the social and intellectual carcinogens offered as a steady diet by these venues. I don't think one can avoid engagement with any or all of these in modern life, but you can limit your diet and certainly question what is set before you.
More goodness from The 2,548 Best Things Anybody Ever Said and of course a random barn photo provide the fine search engine of DDG. I think this one is from Iowa. Happy Friday Friends!
There is no thief like a bad book. - Italian Proverb
A big book is a bore. - Callimachus (c. 260 B. C.)
The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read. - Mark Twain
Bonus Quote from the Inter-websš
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. - Groucho Marx
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman FranƧois-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the āSun Kingā (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaireās main love was writingāan endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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No one has a grasp how much this one change warped society.
Blue-rich LEDs got dumped on everyone at once. Not a niche gadget. Streetlights, offices, kitchens, bedrooms, phones, TVs.
That spectrum is a sledgehammer to melatonin and the circadian clock.
Smash that, and hormones go with it
.Womenās cycles losing the old lunar timing.
Male hormones getting scrambled.
A chunk of the obesity wave.
Kids who canāt sit still, sleep, or regulate themselves.
People told all the dissenting voices to be quiet and save the planet.
Disrupting humans this much is a huge issue, and itās everywhere.
Thatās the lighting environment we built.
All so a few people could sell "cleaner" bulbs and wrap it in āsustainability.ā
One of the great quiet crimes of our time: we replaced night with warehouse light and pretended biology wouldnāt notice.

One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, āIn the name of the Beloved I demand your help.ā
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat.Ā When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, āI was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry.Ā One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury.Ā I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved.Ā Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.ā
āMy friend,ā said the Lover, āthis was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse.Ā Surely you remember that He Himself said, āIf they persecute you in one city flee to another.āā
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, āI see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all.Ā When I came to you so injured for the Belovedās sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal.Ā I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved.Ā Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.ā
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye.Ā So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, āA man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.ā