Cygnus
Jaded astronomy wonks will typically tell you that with the naked eye most of us can only distinguish about 2,500 stars under ideal conditions. What nonsense.
Jaded astronomy wonks will typically tell you that with the naked eye most of us can only distinguish about 2,500 stars under ideal conditions. What nonsense.
Life is short and intense here on Urantia. All the more reason to keep our wits sharp, our powder dry, our spirit clear and vibrant; for no one knows how much time they get here.
From my deck, I look out over the ridge of Red Gulch, a little hogback belonging to the Lyons formation, a sturdy sedimentary ridge layed down more than three hundred million years ago. It is part of a living geological textbook, written on a grandiose scale of time and place. The molecules of dust we occasionally wipe off our furniture was once alive.
There are only two ways we mortal bipeds can live together: the material, or animal way, and the spiritual, or human way. FEAR is the powerful and dominant animal vestige of our animal origin heritage. When humans fail to discriminate the ends of their mortal striving, they find themselves functioning on the animal level of existence. (See Limpbot, Hannity, etc. )
It’s National Monkey Week, a few special days each year when we take our Homo Sapeins ego a little less seriously by contemplating our humble hairy origins as Primates.
“He who does not know for what purpose the world exists, does not know who he is, nor what the world is.” As observations go, that one is still completely kicking our asses.