Sometimes you make statements that actually apply very well to the topic at hand, and offer seemingly genuine and valuable wisdom. And then other times, you make statements that make little sense in ANY context, much less the one being currently discussed.
The comment I quoted from you is a good example of the latter. What the fuck are you talking about, here? Because it seems like rambling, more so than typical from you.
If you simply decide the facts are unknowable or that your institution is, conveniently for your political goals, not in a position to validate them you can do whatever you want. Which is what's happening.
I think America is going to see some super wild stuff from this court.
Maybe I can answer the first quote with the second. I believe the second quote, the one that says 'this is what is happening' IS what is happening. So some of us think we know what is happening and beyond that know it emphatically. No amount of contrary argument will change our minds. This is where I am on the Supreme Court, more sure that Roe should stand than any any anti abortionist will ever be able to match in certainty otherwise, but only, naturally, in my opinion.
OK, but two questions, So what and what now? Of what possible importance to the world is my certainty. Does it have any effect. Does it change anything, does it mean that women who will be getting illegal abortions in dark places are going to feel better because I have pity for them. As I see it, me and my certainty are absolutely useless in terms of any large scale effect. So what do I feel, I feel murderous rage at the the damage done in the world by the imbecilic certainty of this so called pro life religious belief. And if I have any other moral principles I believe to the point of certainty it is that all evil in the world is the result of people acting out of their own personal certainty. I am the pro lifer hiding outside the clinic with a rifle in my hand waiting for the abortion doctor to enter. The only difference is that I am morally bound never to shoot. But inside, what a fucking mess.
So the answer to 'so what' is so nothing. I have to live in a hellish world built by the insanity of others. And all that hell is created by the sense that what I feel is important, that I should not have to so suffer. A just reward, no, for the self important! I note right now my cat has bigger concerns that take up her whole attention, watching a squirrel dancing on the grass looking for olives that have fallen their during the night. In a galaxy far away I wonder what issues are in the headlines today.
What now then? How does one act in the face of impotence and as a person who has broken through the limits of rage, one who knows the suffering and grief that lies behind it. To be or not to be. Tears in the rain, life and love all washed away. A little boy and his dead puppy hit by a car in the street. The moving finger writes our fate and not one word of it can be changed.
We walk in the valley of the shadow of death, or perhaps a world full of people with scars, deeply wounded but healed over on the surface. How do we find comfort there. Can we truly heal? The answer is so profoundly simple and easy.
Just look at what doesn't work. Basically for those of faith what does not work is doubt and for those of doubt what does not work is faith. So chose. Ah but we really can't. If there is anything obvious about the faithful is that they are full of doubt and the obvious thing about doubters is that they do not doubt. The only escape is a miraculous transformation of consciousness via grace and that can happen when either faith or doubt ceases to exist, the surrender of the self to fate. Either you become the beloved or the beloved becomes you. There is only love.
You can't wear two hats but you can go without one. The need to control makes it difficult to surrender. The need to control is only the need not to feel the pain we already feel. We the fucked spend our lives denying and trying not to know we are fucked. And you want me to make sense. No. You to your world of certainty and me to what ever madness I can muster. We were fucked because of our capacity to love. We were fucked because we are blessed. To know it will mean to forgive.
If you need a reminder to know how fucked you are get a wife.
