If a fertilized egg is a human, then we are determined (almost totally) by our genes.
If we are determined by our genes then racism is a reasonable approach to organizing a society.
Racism is where we presume to know a person based upon genetic markers, know to the point of deciding whether they are to be trusted or assisted which entails an expectation of reciprocity.
The possession of a soul that is separate from our genes is not compatible with what we know from brain injuries.
This is someone else’s response to a facebook post about Open-Carry gun nuts going to a family restaurant.
My thoughts as a gun owner (NSFW): I use the word “Fuck.” I like the word “Fuck.” I even carry the word “Fuck” with me at all times.
Some people don’t like the word “Fuck.”
I have the 1st amendment which allows me to use the word “Fuck” wherever and whenever I like.
Although I have shouted the word “Fuck,” I don’t do it outside restaurants, hardware stores or simply walking down the street as I know it might offend people.
I have my rights but I choose not to violate the rights of others by abusing my right.
Do I dream of a world where the word “Fuck” can be out in the open and used freely?
Fuck no, that would be barbaric!
I spent today with my girlfriend, having established just the previous day that I had one.
The past fell away, nothing more than some interesting stories to tell when taking a break from kissing.
I am beginning to get the knack of just being me, and just being now- neither future nor past impinging on the moment.
I did what I wished, and asked for what I wanted (mostly, still getting used to this).
This implies that one doesn’t have to have religious activities as the prime function of one’s organization to be granted special rights due to one’s religion.
I do not believe the Catholic organizations should have been granted an exception as the connection to the offending act is too remote (they are not being made to take contraceptives),
and their religion very clearly states “render unto caesar”,
and according to a previous SCOTUS decision this is just a tax and religion is not a basis for not paying a tax.
A friend’s facebook post:
“The hardest part is where you have to keep plodding forward, taking territory one inch, one foot at a time. It is easy to lose hope and forget how close you actually are to the goal. Patience is a virtue for this very reason”
On a long and arduous (emotional) journey with ever deeper valleys before ever higher peaks I turned aside at what I later discovered would have been the last peak before achieving personal freedom.
The action of turning aside led to newer, deeper valleys, one from which I have yet to escape.
My mother did for me something that few I have known were willing to do: to admit and be willing to discuss her failings as a mother, to help me unwind the terrors of my early years that were crippling me socially, to help me overcome the affects of childhood abuse and neglect by others and by her.
Her last act of contrition was to quit pestering me to kill her, but instead waiting until I was out of town on a vacation to have a doctor euthanize her. Perhaps the discussion where I asked he if she had ever loved me and she said “no” caused her to quit pressuring me to do this.
Since her death in 1984 I have had no one willing to know me. No one I’ve met can stand to hear enough of my personal story to understand my feelings, not even professional counselors who deny that I can remember the formative events that I was able to discuss as simple history with my mom.
She was reluctant to talk about my childhood at first, afraid that as I delved deeper I would be angry at her. Ostensibly I had good reason for such but in fact (well after one outburst early on) I only told her about events after I had vented the anger, in order to get leads to other events needing to be exorcized, and to help understand how each particular trauma was affecting my present-day life.
Her response to my outburst of “why didn’t you protect me from Dad” was “I was getting hurt by him too” (this makes him sound really bad, but I have heard of many worse people). That realization pretty much dissipated what little ill feelings I might have had for her, and we were already quite good friends by this time- starting around the time I was 15.
Her willingness to confirm my memories of birth left me in the position to return the favor in her last months when it was her own birth memories that were keeping her from yielding to death. I was able to help her itemize and segregate the feelings, track them to their source with which knowledge she was able to tame the panic.
Parallel universes is not a particularly compelling interpretation of quantum mechanics, it seems to be due to linguistic confusion between ‘what can be known at one point in time given what is known at another’ with ‘is’.
Wave-particle duality is also a linguistic confusion: ‘quantum waves’ are a mathematical tool for doing a computation, all measurements of waves I have seen are measured on ensembles of particles- not on single ones. IE associating a wave with a particle for doing a computation lets us predict a distribution of values of measurements made on sets of particles.