Meandering Thoughts

Lately the weather here in Northern California shows warming tendencies.  Soon my skeletal persimmon tree will break out in green buds that will later erupt into leaves.

I’ll be glad when it’s warm or even hot.  I love sitting at the teak table in our backyard, presiding over our plants and flowers as I puff on a fine cigar.  Maybe then I can finish Mollie  Hemingway’s book “Rigged,” all about the 2020 election.

Religion and the Nature of Reality

What’s It All About Alfie?

My grief over the death of my dog, Bogie, has me in a strange but contemplative mood.  

What is the nature of our reality?  Why are we here?  How are we here?  What happens to us when we die?

Philosophers have contemplated these questions for thousands of years.  If God wants something from us, what is it?  Why hasn’t He been more clear and transparent about it?  Yeah, yeah, we have the Bible.  I’ve read it and the questions remain.  I have problems with the Christian tale and promise of salvation.  I may go into it at some point, but I have no desire to undermine anyone’s faith.  I am not on a crusade to destroy anyone’s religious beliefs, with the exception of Islam and certain Christian sects that kill people through ignorance and fanaticism.  Like Jehovah’s Witnesses, for example.