The idea of God is endlessly fascinating, but I am not a "believer." In fact, I do not believe "believers." We all doubt, but doubt scares many individuals to a point where they willingly surrender their critical faculties and accept whatever they're taught.
Morphine and heroin are basically the same substance. Both are derived from the opium poppy.
As of this writing, six world powers have reached an agreement with Iran that would prevent that country from developing nuclear weapons.
I love the 23rd Psalm. It resonates with believers and doubters alike. Hardly a day goes by that I don't meditate on its words, for surely I have been led beside the still waters and made to lie down in green pastures.
You've heard of the "pain factor." It's a political term, the pressure a relatively small but impassioned group of individuals can inflict on a politician, especially around election time.
When National Public Radio does a series on life after death, you know the question of what happens to us after we die is more than just a religious matter.
The man in the checkout line bought a six-pack of beer, a gallon jug of cheap red wine and a frozen eggplant Parmesan casserole. An interesting combination, I thought. Apparently the young fellow bagging the items recognized the man, who had done some tutoring at the local high school.
Again ... another mass shooting. Again ... the shooter is killed. We will never know exactly why he did this awful thing. Apparently he was mentally ill, but that alone is not an explanation.
"Am I my brother's keeper?"
Opinions - we all have them. I wish I could find some acceptable way to repeat the standard joke about opinions, but this is a respectable family paper. If you don't know what I am talking about, ask a friend.
Moods, personal ups and downs, are cyclical. Even the most cheerful of optimists have their bad days, and pessimists have been known to smile occasionally. According to a friend who tracks cycles in the stock market, the public has moods swings as well. At present he is looking back through old media photos of public figures. Think Franklin D. Roosevelt at Yalta. Mostly, those fellows looked pretty grim.
What do we mean when we say someone is an "enabler?"
Could the first Man be a woman?
I've just discovered gardening!
Apparently that moniker was coined by Hillary Clinton back in 2008 when she ran against Barack Obama in the primaries. She called her own plan Clintoncare. We're talking about national health coverage. Why not call it that? Because the name is politically neutral -- neither a rallying cry for one side nor a cudgel for the other.
Two weeks ago, The Times reported Robin Williams' suicide. I'm sad for a number of reasons, maybe not the same as other people's reasons but just as intense. I am sad because the world lost a gifted comedian. To quote Ella Wheeler Wilcox, who wrote "Laugh and the world laughs with you:"
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