Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 14) “On Holding Hands, and Smoking Pot “
Your very own scribe, shooting hell out of…. milk cartons A Blip on the Radar Part 14: On holding hands, keeping your shorts on, rotor brakes, and smoking Pot I have worked, on and off, for different charities. That doesn’t make me a saint, or better than you. It just makes me a Seeker, a…
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Samhain
Tonight, at sunset begins a ancient tradition that began thousands of years ago with the Celtic people. It is called Samhain, (pronounced Sow-en). It is one of the Celtic high holy days, and actually is November 1. Since the Celts used a lunar calendar however, the celebrations always begins at sunset on the eve of…
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I miss the Darkness of her Light
I miss my Dreaming
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Don’t bogart that joint, my friend . . .
I’ve reading all these articles about making medical marijuana legal across the United States. I also read a lot of comments – some funny, some exhorting the harmful effects of marijuana and warning how legalizing it for any purposes would cause the war on drugs to escalate and more people become addicted to marijuana. Now,…
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My Face is Pale Satin
My face is pale satin, my eyes hollow rocks Hidden deep down inside, my smooth facade blocks Emotion, hidden away from my face, But neither from sorrow, nor from disgrace. You send me feelings, I give nothing back The emotion in my body’s hard to track But if you look deeper, look through my curtain…
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When the going gets tough . . .
I have a friend who is going through a personal health crisis. That is always tough. Somehow, it is more than frightening to consider our lives and think of it interrupted by necessary treatment. It is also frightening to consider our own mortality and such events always bring us to thinking about that. More often…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 12) ‘No Man is an Island’
Photo by Francis Meyrick A Blip on the Radar Part 12: No Man is an Island I have read stories and biographies that, in the final thrust, left me unable to identify, to connect, with the protagonist. It was as if the make-up team had been in. The dreaded publicist. Massaging the true writer away.…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 13) “The Lady in Blue “
A Blip on the Radar Part 13: The Lady in Blue I try hard, not always successfully, to live by my own maxims. One of these goes like this: never mock what you don’t understand. It has to do with respect I guess. Other people’s religious and spiritual beliefs may seem strange, unreal, but if…
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A Blip on the Radar (Part 11) “Plastic, War, and Manta Rays “
A Blip on the Radar Part 11) Plastic, War, and Manta Rays In my little life, I have frequently witnessed distressing events, man-made, that made absolutely zero sense to me. No rhyme, no logic, no sense. I’d be left thinking… why on earth… do people do and say-such incredibly silly things? Do you have to…
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Of Helicopters and Humans (2) “Nuthin’ like a Good Hammer “
Of Helicopters and Humans 2. There ain’t nuthin’ like a good hammer (On the problems of ‘Remote Authority’ and the back-and-forth tussle with Anti-Authoritarian ‘Type A’ tendencies amongst SOB pilots. Helicopter operations frequently allow our PIC’s to develop partial or total disrespect for Head Office. The Boss may be hours, days, and hundreds of miles…
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