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Here's the Thing...
The thing is, I'll turn fifty-two next month, so I've been having to deal with the sudden realization that my life is almost half over. It's caused me to wonder things like:
On Apes and Typewriters
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In my previous post, Possibility Does Not Inform Reality, I claimed that apes would never type the Encyclopedia Britannica, regardless of the time allotted to them. I recently asked an AI to help me sort out the approximate probability of their success, and how long it might take for them to produce the entire tome.
WWJD — What Would Jesus Do?
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I've always had a little trouble with this trite little saying, because it just seems kinda cheap to me. It feels cheap; and shallow, like too many other modern evangelical sloganisms.
I'm Slow
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I’m slow.
I make others wait.
Possibility Does Not Inform Reality
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If something is conceivably possible, must it therefore eventually occur?
Many say yes. Even scientists—who should know better—often accede to this fallacy which is inextricably woven into the evolutionists’ worldview. The entire body of thinking surrounding and supporting the theory of evolution relies on the assertion of this fundamentally flawed idea: If something could occur, it must therefore eventually occur. This is a logical error.
Three Days Before [My Dad's Death]
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O God,
Who has been my rock?
Who has been my anchor?
Who has been my guide?
Is it not You, O Lord?
My pride has at times
Seen no limits.
I have prided myself even in my own humility.
A disgrace, I say! Yet
You have not forsaken me,
Nor cast me aside.
Fall
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The smattering of rain on my tin roof above me,
Flurries of Fall leaves swirling across the ground,
The chilled, dank wind blowing in out of a nondescript, gray overcast.
The Big Fizzle... Or Not!
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So, here I am now.
My children have all grown. They are adults now, no longer needing my guidance. I'm having to become accustomed to not having anything to say—even when I think I do. For everyone's sake, I truly should just keep my mouth shut, unless asked for my opinion. Everyone probably already knows what it is anyway.