Paradoxes of Theocracy

Paradoxes of Theocracy

God is infinitely powerful and needs your money.

God is beyond human comprehension, and here’s a complete list of everything God wants from you.

God loves everyone and has enemies.

Cats in the Bible

Cats in the Bible

Cats are mentioned only once in the Bible, and only in the Apocrypha:

Baruch 6:22-23 -- (about idols)

“Bats and swallows and other birds perch on their heads and bodies, and cats do the same. From all this you can be sure that they are not gods, so have no fear of them.”

Walking all over idols like nowadays they walk over computer keyboards! The Cattitude is constant!

But why only that one reference? Was Yahweh not a cat person? Or if the Egyptians worshipped cats, then the Jews had to snub them? Probably the second.

Ghost Paisleys (SZ)

Ghost Paisleys (SZ)

Paisley Fire

Paisley Fire

Paisley Water

Paisley Water

Ghost Paisleys (S) and Horizon Paisleys (S)

Ghost Paisleys (S) and Horizon Paisleys (S)

Ghost Paisleys (S) Forming

 

Ghost Paisleys (S) Forming

Diagonal Nemesis, 5 of 5: Catharsis

 

 

 

 

Diagonal Nemesis, 4 of 5: Nemesis

 

 

 

 

 

Diagonal Nemesis, 3 of 5: Hubris

Diagonal Nemesis, 2 of 5: His Heroic Deeds

 

 

 

 

Diagonal Nemesis, 1 of 5: The Hero

 

 

 

 

Inward Ghost Paisleys

Inward Ghost Paisleys

Outward Paisley Horizon Forming (B)

Outward Paisley Horizon Forming (B)

Outward Paisley Horizon Forming (A)

Outward Paisley Horizon Forming (A)

Inward Paisley Horizon

Inward Paisley Horizon

Inverse Bullseye Bubble Tree (B)

Inverse Bullseye Bubble Tree (B)

Smuggler’s Eye

          Smuggler’s Eye

          I write here about a revealing incident. Sherri and I drove Hannah to the airport, to fly back East to visit relatives for eight days. (Uncle Seth, Aunt Kazzie and their children Zeke and Sarah; then Uncle Dan and Aunt Susan.) Sherri dropped me and Hannah off; I went with Hannah; the plan was for me to get a gate pass and accompany her to the plane; then come out and get picked up by Sherri. We did this before, and it sort of worked.

          We got me a gate pass. While walking to the checkpoint, I reacted to security theater with mockery, as usual. Hannah agreed, and noted that once Sherri had to give up some contact lens solution. I said, “Water is officially an explosive.” Hannah laughed and said, “I can’t take you anywhere!” “Absolutely not,” I agreed. Then it hit me. “My swiss army knife!”

          We ran into trouble with that on a previous airport visit. I keep a swiss army knife in my backpack; a useful tool; but airports are paranoid. I tried to go through, but they said they’d confiscate the knife. I pulled back, fuming; Sherri drove by to pick up the knife, I proceeded. Not a process to repeat!

          So what to do? Hannah and I agreed that I had to hide it somewhere. So as she wheeled her pack towards the security gate, I kept an eye out for hiding places. Small volumes, out of sight, beneath or behind. I found a recycling bin, approached it, glanced behind it, dropped the knife there, and proceeded towards the security gate.

          There we removed our shoes like good Moslems. Our luggage got X-rayed and we went through a metal detector. It was one of those booths where you’re supposed to raise your hands in surrender, which is what the word ‘Islam’ means; I raised my hands in a shrug.

          We went to the gate, Hannah left her luggage at the counter for last-minute luggage check-in, and then boarded right away. Surprisingly efficient. I left the gate, went out to the main hall, found the recycling bin, looked behind, there was my knife. I picked it up and went out to get picked up by Sherri, no hassle.

          I see in that knife a symbol. Their stupid rules turned it into a problem; I couldn’t efficiently manage it within their clueless authoritarian system; so to get things done, I had to cheat. I had to smuggle my knife out of the terminal. This proved easy to do, for “the invisible hand is quicker than the all-seeing eye” (as I said in my Underfable, “The Magic of the Marketplace”).

          When the rules are stupid, it’s stupid to follow the rules. That airport taught me how to remove my shoes like a good Moslem, but also how to see like a smuggler.