"It is purr-fectly obvious," remarks Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat, "that Milly did not have true faith: were she to have had it, her mother would have, of course, immediately abandoned any claim to the money formerly on the dresser, and would, moreover, offer of her own initiative (although those of us In The Know (tm) recognize that her own initiative would be part of a Higher Plan (tm)...) to bankroll young Milly's acquisition of that foxy-looking Fur-arri she's been eyeing at the local car lot..."
See, the way my mind works, if I have tangible evidence that, say, there's a foot-thick concrete wall in front of me, experience says all the faith in the world isn't going to save me brom contusions and abrasions if I get on a bicycle, ride straight at it as fast as I can, and close my eyes. The wall doesn't care whether my eyes are closed, and it doesn't care how hard I'm believing closing my eyes will make the wall go away. It is supremely unimpressed by my faith or lack thereof. It's still a concrete wall, and it's still there, and hitting it is going to hurt.
Far too often, faith seems to be the art of saying "There is no wall there! Just run headlong at the space where it appears to be, brother, and you will see! ...Me? Oh, no, I can't run at the wall right now, I have to ... um ... enter these checks in my ledger! Yeah, that's it!"
Well, I have to admit that, insofar as the concrete wall is concerned, your faith and mine seem remarkably similar... but we have to remember that, at least according to one thinker whose ideas about faith seem to me to be admirable, we are of "little faith" -- indeed, rather less than a mustard seed's worth, apparently... Anyhow, my idea of faith makes its applicability to the sociological/socio-psychological question of 'ownership' somewhat more hopeful than its application to contradicting well-established laws of physics...
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Far too often, faith seems to be the art of saying "There is no wall there! Just run headlong at the space where it appears to be, brother, and you will see! ...Me? Oh, no, I can't run at the wall right now, I have to ... um ... enter these checks in my ledger! Yeah, that's it!"
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Pernicious the Musquodoboit Harbour Farm Cat
I haven't heard that phrase since I left alt.callahans back in 1999...
Good to see you are out there still being you.
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Love it.