The ultimate truth is that there is no ultimate truth. I find that slightly reassuring and consoling. It is strangely freeing as well. It removes the constraints that govern much of religiously organised thinking.
For a Friday afternoon that is a good thought.
This also calls to mind the end of the working week: "Life is a zoo in a jungle" (Peter De Vries)
A similar thought:
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex and more violent. It takes a touch of genius, and a lot of courage, to move in the opposite direction. (Ernst F. Schumaker)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Things I like
The sunset at Broken Hill that Sandy didn't see.
Words and pictures
dadaist blogging
entropy - the story of my life
let the descent begin!
Well here we go! Maybe a photo to start things off! This is Martin (my eldest son) and Graham (Stephen's sister's husband) before the blood started flowing. They are ready to do some pruning.
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