It started with a quote my brother found in a book he was reading, "The Sense of an Ending" by Julian Barnes: "History, that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation."
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!
It has been just over two months since I wrote a column about Georgia Power, the Public Service Commission and the construction of two additional nuclear reactors at Plant Vogtle. I can hear President Ronald Reagan's voice now: "There you go again."
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