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there's an interview going around of John Mearsheimer with a German who says some incredibly depraved things about Palestinians, and I was fascinated by its conclusion, where she admits she's afraid of being critical of Israel because Zionists destroy people's lives for that:
The Billionaire and His Baubles
Robert Burton (1577–1640) is a wonderfully fertile writer. In “The Anatomy of Melancholy”, he describes old age as a second childhood. The difference between children and adults is that the former play with toys, while the latter amuse themselves with greater baubles.
I immediately thought of Elon Musk.
I picture him as a little boy playing with toy rockets and miniature cars. Now, as an adult, he plays with actual rockets and Teslas. The toys have grown enormously, but the emotional maturity appears to have remained much the same. The principal difference is the addition of several zeros to his bank account.
But Burton’s observation goes much further. It calls into question the supposed dignity of adult seriousness.
The emperor plays with kingdoms. The general plays with armies. The billionaire plays with rockets. What humanity calls ambition, achievement, prestige and power may be little more than childhood games conducted on an extravagant scale.
The child’s bauble costs a shilling; the billionaire’s costs a fortune. Both are equally absorbed in their play.
But there’s a darker edge: the child playing with toy rockets risks nothing; the billionaire playing with real ones risks reputations, fortunes, and occasionally other people’s lives. The bauble has grown, but so has the blast radius.
Perhaps Burton’s point is subtler still. The problem is not that human beings play; perhaps all human beings, and indeed the cosmos itself, are engaged in play. The problem is that we insist on calling our games destiny, progress, empire, wealth, or history.
In the Trika tradition, the universe is līlā, the free and creative play of Śakti. The absurdity begins when the player takes his toys, and above all himself, with deadly seriousness.
Shakespeare’s fool knows he is playing. The billionaire thinks he is making history.
And Burton, sitting among his books, watches the entire human contraption with magnificent amusement.
What a wonderfully ridiculous business it is to be human!
The Cat Who Refused to Slow Down
Lately, my walking has slowed. The simple act of slowing down invites stillness. Breath, bodily sensations and muscular tension come more clearly into view. The body begins to relax, and an exhausted nervous system is allowed to rest and recalibrate.
Slowing down is not a withdrawal from life. Quite the opposite: the surrounding world comes into sharper focus.
This morning, a cat suddenly dashed across the road without checking for traffic. A huge SUV was bearing down on it, apparently undeterred by the speed ramps.
There was horror at the thought of the cat being hit.
An impulse arose to shout or clap. Then came the recognition that startling the cat might send it straight under the wheels.
The impulse subsided. Watching continued.
Hearing the SUV, the cat froze and pressed itself flat against the road. Fortunately, the driver spotted it and slammed on the brakes.
The cat survived!
Stillness, it turns out, is not passivity or indifference. Concern, attention, intelligence and restraint can all arise spontaneously without disturbing it. Sometimes intervention is necessary; sometimes restraint is wiser.
The morning began with the art of slowing down. The cat, it seems, practises a different art: surviving its refusal to slow down.
No wonder cats are said to have nine lives!
Perhaps it’s not the cats who need to slow down, but the humans! 😂
A more interesting T-Shirt:
“Vēnī, vīdī, vīcī? Immō, tē vīcī.”
“I came, I saw, I conquered? No. I conquered you” — Death, 15 March, 44 BCE.
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“I don't feel defensive. I feel offensive,” Pulitzer Prize-winning writer Benjamin Moser, author of Anti-Zionism: A Jewish History, tells Palestine Deep Dive. “I have nothing but loathing and contempt for the people and the institutions that have allowed a genocide to happen in my name, with my money,” he continues.
Discussing the Green Party of England and Wales' approach to shifting the conversation around Israel and Palestine, following the adoption of its motion declaring Zionism to be racism, Irish journalist and commentator Barry Malone observes: “The Greens were bumping the Overton window… I think they're through it now.”
"I very much hope that they won't backtrack," Moser adds. "I think it would be really devastating if they did. But again, I don't think they need to dig their heels in with this. If I were the Green Party, I would just say, yeah, next question, because, yeah, of course Zionism is racism. Moving along, what's your next question? Because otherwise, you get stuck in this rhetorical quicksand where you're always defensive."
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Flipping the story in London. With a sign which says "I support genocide. I oppose Palestine Action" she gets no problems from the English police.
Reality
Douglas Harding — “Open to the Source”:
“It all boils down to this simple thing:What am I in my own experience at this time? What am I looking out of—because that’s real, that’s my reality, as distinct from my appearance for you.”
Commentary
Harding brings the question of Reality back to the evidence of immediate experience.
From a distance, I am a human being with a head, face, eyes, personality and history. This is how I appear to others, and that appearance is real.
But what am I for myself, at zero distance? Looking out, I find no head, no face, no eyes at Centre. Instead, there is boundless openness, transparency, capacity for the world.
The distinction is not between reality and illusion, but between two equally valid perspectives: the Third-Person view of my human appearance and the First-Person view of what I am Here.
Neither cancels the other. My human appearance belongs to the world, while the world itself is given in this Centreless Awareness.
Harding’s invitation is wonderfully simple: do not merely accept what others tell you that you are. Look for yourself.
A barber cannot compel everyone to have a haircut. He has limited knowledge, limited power and limited responsibility.
But the God of classical Islamic theology is omnipotent, omniscient, and the creator and sustainer of everything. Why compare Him to a tradesman whose ability to intervene depends on customers visiting his shop?
Long hair is not necessarily a problem. Someone might positively enjoy having long hair.
But childhood cancer, earthquakes, congenital disorders and the suffering of innocent animals cannot simply be attributed to people refusing divine guidance.
An infant dying from a genetic disorder has not neglected to visit God’s metaphorical barbershop.
The analogy concerns a voluntary decision to use a service. The problem of evil concerns suffering that frequently occurs independently of human choice.
A barber does not create his customers, determine the conditions of their existence, possess unlimited power to alleviate their suffering, and know everything that will happen to them. So the analogy is a false one.
My criticism is not directed at God, but at an analogy that purports to resolve the problem of evil without seriously engaging with it. The existence of suffering raises profound theological questions that deserve more than a clever anecdote.
God deserves a better theological defence, not a barbershop.
A barber was once cutting a man's hair and the barber said: “I do not believe in the existence of God.”
The Muslim asked: “Why not?”
The barber said: “There is so much misery and chaos in the world. If God existed, this mess would not exist."
The Muslim said: "I also do not believe in barbers..."
The barber asked confused: “What do you mean?”
The Muslim said to the barber: “Do you see those men outside with long hair?”
The barber said: “Yes.”
The Muslim said: “If barbers existed, people with long and messy hair would not exist.”
The barber said: “We exist, but people do not come to us!“
The Muslim then said: “Exactly. God also exists, but people do not turn to God for guidance. That is why there are so many problems in the world."
We mourn the passing of Patrick Stewart, who inspired countless individuals at NASA (and beyond) to boldly go where no one has gone before.
Hitchens sees the glorification of suffering as an indictment of Christianity. Mother Teresa sees suffering as potentially redemptive through participation in the Passion of Christ.
Liberation theology introduces a third possibility: Christ is encountered not merely in the suffering of the poor, but in the struggle to liberate them from the conditions that produce their suffering.
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I can hardly imagine anyone who hasn’t seen this photograph. But it was taken on this day in 2000.
I cannot believe the photo is 26 years old now.
The boy in the photograph was Fares Odeh. He was just 14 years old.
Ten days after this image was captured, Fares went out again to throw stones at Israeli tanks, seeking to avenge the killing of his 17-year-old cousin.
An Israeli sniper shot him in the neck, killing him.
And there is another chilling detail to this photograph.
The photo changed Israeli tank doctrine. In August 2001, The Jerusalem Post quoted an anonymous tank doctrinist saying tank personnel were now instructed to fire upon rock-throwers.
Sir Patrick Stewart speaking about the scourge of domestic violence.
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Sir Patrick Stewart gives a moving reading of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, a meditation on love that neither alters with time nor yields to mortality.
“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”
In truth, doom has an edge; love has none.
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In 1952, an English teacher named Cecil Dormand secretly paid for a dirt-poor 11-year-old to take a drama course.
He never told him and the boy didn’t find out until decades later.
By then, he was a knight, that little boy’s name was Patrick Stewart.
He was born into a poor family in Mirfield, a small mill town in Yorkshire and his father came home from World War II a violent man, and he was violent toward Patrick’s mother.
Young Patrick learned exactly when to step between his father’s fist and his mother.
An English teacher put a copy of Shakespeare in his hand and told him to get up and perform.
He never stopped and left school at 15.
By 19 he was completely bald... most agencies told him he'd never make it because of that.
In 1987, the LA Times called him an “unknown British Shakespearean actor” when he was cast as Captain Picard.
Then he became one of the most famous faces on Earth.
You’ve probably heard that part.
Here’s the part you haven’t:
He spent decades as a patron of Refuge, sheltering women and children from domestic violence.
But he never stopped trying to understand his father.
He dug up a 1940 newspaper clipping that said his dad had come home with severe shell shock.
He went to France and walked the ground where his father’s unit was pinned down under bombing for hours.
He learned his father had PTSD, and nobody ever helped him.
So Patrick became an ambassador for Combat Stress, a charity that helps veterans.
In 2013, a young woman at a Texas convention told him she was a survivor of domestic violence.
He asked, “My dear, are you okay?”
Then he hopped off the stage, held her, and told her: “You never have to go through that again, you’re safe now.”
At Dragon Con, a Make-A-Wish girl dressed as Spock came to meet him.
2,000 people were waiting for him to speak... he sat down and talked with her for 15 minutes, making all of them wait.
He told her that since they were friends now, whenever she saw him on screen she could wave and say, “Hello Patrick.”
After 9/11, he felt helpless, so he brought his one-man A Christmas Carol back to Broadway for a full week of charity shows.
He played every character himself and donated every cent.
In 2019 he did it again, and every dollar went to feeding hungry New Yorkers.
In 2017, he fostered a pit bull named Ginger, who had been rescued from a dogfighting ring.
She was his first dog in more than 50 years.
He couldn’t bring her home to England, so he found her a family.
Then he kept fostering more.
When he said he was done with Star Trek so many people told him the show had gotten them through the hardest times of their lives.
So he wanted to see if Picard could do it one more time.
Rest in Peace, Sir Patrick 🖖
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Star Trek TNG had a profound impact on me growing up, and Patrick Stewart’s role above all: the secular, rationalist, egalitarian, post-scarcity (whisper it: socialist) vision of the future, a completion of the Radical Enlightenment project married to a sort of Aristotelian sense of virtue, duty, and deep purpose, a Shakespearean, theatrical-literary, humanist forgiveness and celebration of our foibles and fallenness, and Age of Discovery romantic call to adventure and exploration. I remain a believer that this world can yet be built.
From the Klingon High Council:
Today, a great warrior has fallen.
He wielded wisdom rather than a bat’leth, diplomacy rather than a disruptor. Yet he possessed the courage of Kahless and the honour of a true warrior.
He faced the Borg, defied tyrants, defended the weak and never surrendered his principles.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard, you fought your battles with honour. The halls of Sto-vo-kor shall ring with songs of your deeds!
Qapla’! 🖖
Patrick Stewart (1940 - 2026), Godspeed, captain!
Someone does a DNA test and discovers that they are Greek, English and Maltese.
I do a DNA test and discover that I am human.
What a disappointment!
Who needs a breakdown of Greek, English and Maltese ancestry when you can be the entire Ocean of Existence trying to work out where you came from? 🤣
Staring at a DNA test and its percentage breakdown of ancestry is a bit like standing in the ocean with a teaspoon, trying to identify which wave you came from.
But you’re staring at the entire sea, wondering:
“That’s nice, but where did all this water come from?”
Suddenly, being “100% human” becomes the biggest mystery of all.
The ancestry company announces:
“We’ve traced your family back 500 years.”
And you reply:
“Excellent. Now let’s do the previous 13.8 billion.” 🤣






















