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Friday, December 15, 2006

when beta blogger won't work

as has happened before, when trying to comment on drew's blog, and being repeatedly refused (darn you, beta - don't you know everyone who is anyone has switched to vhs!), i have decided to blog instead.

discussing my leftist leanings today, then further prompted by drew's post, i continue to be reminded of the hopelessness of anything claiming to unite humanity, and the futility of pinning our hopes on the (mankind-led) revolution.

even one of my faves, isaac asimov, picturing a humanity spread throughout the stars (in dust like stars), has the declaration of indepence as this highly prized gem, which, were it escape the hands of the baddies, would finally unite mankind in unprecedented peace and harmony.

thankfully we do not pin our hopes on a revolution of our own creation, but on the son of david. praise be to God!

as drew quotes:
    Isaiah 16:4-5"[...]let the outcasts of Moab
    sojourn among you;
    be a shelter to them
    from the destroyer.
    When the oppressor is no more
    and destruction has ceased,
    and he who tramples underfoot has vanished from the land,
    then a throne will be established in steadfast love,
    and on it will sit in faithfulness
    in the tent of David
    one who judges and seeks justice
    and is swift to do righteousness.”

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, thanks Doug.

Dratted beta blog!

the hopelessness of anything claiming to unite humanity

But can we, should we, try, realising that our efforst will not any sense ultimately succeed?

11:11 am  
Blogger psychodougie said...

it's tough, i think, because there are both micro and macro problems, both of which we wish we could solve.
and we can see real results on a micro level: smallpox, to a limited degree polio. but greed? anger?

having worked in a hospital for some time, the patients i felt worst for were the ones with issues of the latter kind. for nothing i could do could ever hope to help them. sure, i could get them walking again, reduce a contraction, brace a break, and it was a privelege to be able to do so.

but you get them talking and even that wasn't their biggest worry. their families: infighting, malice, disobedient children, addictions....

it's all playing around the edges i'm afraid. futile. vanity of vanities.

Wisdom is better than weapons of war, but one sinner destroys much good.
Dead flies make the perfumer's ointment give off a stench;
so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honour

12:26 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

no more beta blogger!!! yay!! :)

9:12 pm  

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