The Abbey

Write What Thou Wilt

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There is no grace.
There is no guilt.
There is the Law.
Do What Thou Wilt.

Sinking in rather nicely in the new digs.  Some growing pains with leaky pipes and unfinished electrical, but still preferable to the previous place.  Less reading time on the train, but more time overall.  And even when the 6 is crowded I usually still have breathing room, an improvement to be sure.  Work is busy.  I’ve gone from trying to finish everything on my plate to picking away at multiple plates.  Busy is good, though.  I just wish we could budget better.  My financial life is a nightmare. Hopefully I can straighten that out before we end up in a cardboard box.  And the brief love affair I may at one time have had with Ikea is now over.  Besides the speechless directions that answer all but the most important questions, they’ve run out of names.  So now you have a “system” named Anselv or whatever and it has a million different pieces with the same name so you can never tell if you have the right parts or not.  Whatever.  I must be getting old.  I’m on the very precipice of 30 now, with only a year and some odd days to prepare for my headlong dive into true “adulthood”.  Whatever the hell that means.  I have a kid, that defaults me as old.  I remember being in 4th grade and thinking the 6th graders were old.

I’m reading Origin of the Species.  Puts some perspective on the current ID debates.  I could see someone doubting Darwin’s ideas back when it was still being hashed out, but even Darwin knew there was insufficient data in the geological record to “prove” evolution that way.  Makes me fear for America when I hear the nonsense taken as plain truth in some minds.  Ah, to hell with America.  It’ll crash and burn eventually.  Every empire falls eventually.  I’m more concerned about the headspace that these ideas consume.  I don’t suppose we’ll ever really rid ourselves of them, though.  Too much memetic value in them.  Too many immortality ideologies invested in their furtherance.

The optimists, the forward thinking prophets, they drool over the beautiful beacon of our future, the utopia awaiting over the next horizon.  The pessimists, the fire-and-brimstoners and conspiracy theorists see the whole world ablaze in hellfire with each of us getting what we deserve, pain and suffering.  The truth of it is that things will change, quite drastically at times, but it will really just be more of the same.  Change happens over geological time and anything that we consider truly monumental is probably insignificant.  About the most harm that we can truly do is to kill ourselves off.  And if we do, do you think the earth will miss us?  If a tree falls in the woods…

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