...of Motorcycle Maintenance is amazing. Pirsig's thoughts accurately describe those moments in life when I drift off into my own thoughts and then have an impossible time articulating them to the people around me.
I want so badly for someone to understand me. I won't settle for less, even if it takes time to get to that point.
Anyway, I wonder if my dad has thoughts like I and Pirsig have - thoughts like Phraedus' knife. Not in those words, of course, but I think he might. It would explain both his inability to articulate what he's thinking...assuming he's thinking. If he's not, then that's okay too.
I think I just have simple parents. They laugh, they see the world in black in white, they have trouble being open to new ideas.
For example, today I, a Christian, defended evolution to them. They said the 7 days of Creation were literal. I disagreed, and asked if everything in the Bible should be taken literally, and they emphatically nodded, claiming they would take that to the grave. I kindly challenged, pointing out the book of Jonah, a Prophet not a History book, could be words from God through the narrator who wrote it. "Jonah conveys Truth, but may not necessarily be true in the sense of it actually happening."
They had no argument. Instead, they wrote me off with the "Everyone is entitled to his own opinion" card...then started about something mindless again.
Mindless chatter is my BIGGEST peeve. Conversational depth tires my parents. We've talked about it. So we compromise (in their direction, usually. It's easier.).
But I'm tired. I want to speak my mind. Yet, I don't want to be misunderstood, and I am by them a lot. So I talk less. This is true about my interactions with most people these days. Ish.
And what's happening is that my introversion is enlarging my inner world of thoughts while shrinking the door that allows people in. Or out. I'm deathly afraid of accidentally shutting and sealing it. If that happens - a lonely creative life awaits me.
NO.
Instead, I want someone to come in and learn my world - and bring her colors.
She'll shine like dawn;
the sky and the ground
will brighten alive,
and I will see things
as they really are.
Interesting...evolution is a touchy subject. To an extent, you can't deny it. Animals and people adapt to different situations. A polar bear can survive in the ice while a black bear cannot, simply because it was built to do so, and its genes were passed down for many generations. It explains how people who live in the Amazon are naturally stronger than a city boy since they are significantly more active and limit their diets to fish, while the latter more than likely walks less that 3000 steps a day and spends a vast amount of time watching TV or sitting at a desk doing homework. Those adaptations are natural, and it's no surprise.
ReplyDeleteThe difference between humans and animals is that we were created in God's own image, clearly stated in Genesis 1:27. Therefore inheriting deeper things, such morality and a nagging conscience for said morality. It's why we help the needy, while wildlife take advantage of it. Survival of the fittest doesn't apply to humans. Those who actively seek out the weak for their own success are viewed as vile by human society.
It's really been a while, huh? It was great seeing you at the Stafford yesterday! Though I was sad you left before The Heart is a Lonely Hunter finished (they were legit!) Also, I changed my blog URL, and by doing so, I think it erased all previous comments on my blogs. It wasn't intentional. But, I did get an email about what you wrote, so I did read it.
ah... I may be old, but I still feel your pain... come for coffee sometime and we'll cut a cake with Phraedus' knife...
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