You Never Know!

Here's what I think.  Out of all the millions of possibilites of what is, I doubt the answer is:  nothing at all.   So I ere on the side of caution and give credence its due.  I added a video to the group.  Love, love, love that song.  Here's the lyrics:

Boots of Chinese Plastic

Chrissie Hynde

 

One, two, three, four

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha, please
Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees
Illusion fills my head like an empty can
Spent a million lifetimes loving the same man

Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic
In your boots of Chinese plastic

Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too
Govinda, I am still in love with You
I see you in the birds and in the trees
That's why they call me Krishna Mayee

Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic
In your boots of Chinese plastic

The prophet told us we should tolerate
The people and the things that make me wanna hate
Oh, have a little mixed mercy on me
This seasoned beauty in this human pageantry

Jesus Christ came down here as a living man
If He can live a life of virtue then I hope I can
Do unto others as you would have a turn
Come back here and repeat until you learn, learn, learn

Every drop that run through the vein
Always makes it's way back to the heart again
And every dog that lived his life on a chain
Knows what it's like waiting for nothing
And by the way you look fantastic
In your boots of Chinese plastic
 

 

 

LilAnnie LilAnnie
56-60, F
6 Responses Feb 21, 2009

Well by that logic, my letters to superman got lost in the mail?

But this really is so great, Maisie, even with all the seemingly endless pain, fear and suffering... in some ways its great specifically because of those things. Every horrible thing you see makes the transcendent things that much more beautiful. I do think that you'd like reading 'Unweaving the Rainbow' by Dawkins, he does a great job of capturing and conveying a scientific awe and appreciation for the improbable position we find ourselves in, a position we call being alive. Our short existence truly is wondrous in all of its ugly plainness.

I believe it is best for everyone to believe in what works best for them. And I also believe there is more to existence then what we can see or measure. And that about sums up Religion According to Annie.

You see ladies, I have no problem being the "dog that lived his life on a chain, Knows what it's like waiting for nothing" because to me, dead is dead. So, I'll spend my time thinking of other things that are important in my life besides praying to some invisible cloud being. Peace..........

There's that dog/goat again! A theme! Maybe "somebody" is trying to tell us something. You know what? It's not till right now, when I saw "argument" spelled correctly, that I realized I've been spelling it wrong for five decades. They call me "thick headed Annie" round these parts. Random comments. I feel random right now.<br />
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Me too, Maise. Big fan. And I have more then hope, I think it makes sense to believe.

I'm glad you jumped in, Annie. I must admit, though, that I'm missing the point. Am I the dog in this scenario, waiting for nothing? Help a brother out. <br />
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Btw, it's called Pascal's wager, the urge to believe 'just in case'....his argument sounds like it makes sense until you really think about it.