Good Morning Friends & Digital Neighbors! Welcome to the middle of the week already! Looks like we finally had a hard frost this morning, so good bye to most if not all of the insects. Leaves will probably be dropping off the tree in groves as the wind grows in strength. Change is a coming, it always is. I hope the changes in your life are more of the hopeful and desired ones rather than that changes that are imposed upon you.
Lots of discussion in the last few weeks about mandates and imposition of policies that may result in the loss of employment, the loss of community and isolation in life. Some have asked me about religious exemption. I would be happy to grant one, but currently the Archbishop is not granting one. Marching orders seems to be that such exemptions are not recognized. This has perplexed many of the kind souls that have asked me about acquiring one.
I am not anti-vaccination, I am anti-mandate. I don't think anyone needs a religious exemption, one need only have a personal objection to be exempt from compulsive policies. I know there are many policies of compulsion that make up my life without any thought on my part. Much of it seems to be agreed upon behaviors and policies that make for the well being of society. Questioning of such policies is usually not a given, but one ought to wonder from time to time if such things are worthy of continuation and support.
Not sure where this thought-train is going, just not happy seeing the expansion of overreach by the government, federal, state and in many cases local authorities that have felt empowered by the cooperation of the public during the 2 weeks of lab-rattery. I am less happy that many businesses are cooperating with the idea of forced medicine. I am not one to run about declaring the sky to be falling just yet, but what most of have seen in the last few years would probably be shocking to former selves just decade or two ago. Again not sure where the train is going - just not happy about the view out the window and the imagined destination.
Be thankful for friends in real life, I hope you haven't lost too many. I hope you families have survived the Trump-trials and now the next chapter of Vax-or-Die. Be thankful for the people you meet here that have a like mind and attitude, even if you don't get to meet them in person. You are not going crazy, maybe angry, sad, frustrated, but not crazy. Don't be afraid, fear has been the major tool since we all heard of Italy at the beginning of 2020. I still haven't forgotten the news out of Italy and think for most reasonable people it made precaution seem like a wise choice. Give an inch, they will take a mile. Fear had become the daily doomcast during 2020. Forget the body count from wars, we now have the Covid toll. Seems the Enemedia is always about death. Don't be afraid, emotions are meant to season life, not substitute for thought, questions and a push to understand. On to the quote and the morning photo.
Control leads to compliance: autonomy leads to engagement. – Daniel Pink
Sunrise In The Carpathian Mountains
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (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, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an 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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Good morning, digital neighbors! Blessed Sabbath to all my neighbors in Judaism and happy Saturday to all the rest of us! How about a few quotes on autumn for this fine autumn morning and a trip down memory lane for some of us? Have a great day, my friends!
"Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, / We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!" – Humbert Wolfe, "Autumn (Resignation)" (1926)
"Again the wind / flakes gold-leaf from the trees and the painting darkens— / as if a thousand penitents kissed an icon / till it thinned back to bare wood, / without diminishment." – Jane Hirshfield, "Autumn" (The Paris Review, 1988)
"Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits." – Samuel Butler, The Way of All Flesh (1903)
When I think of autumn and childhood, I always think of this old Disney cartoon. I probably watch it every autumn in the days leading up to Halloween. Enjoy!
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One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
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. 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, “I 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. 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. 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. 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.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this 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. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I 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. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s 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. 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. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
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. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A 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.”