Interesting session last night. I rarely react to the political scene. Last night I finally did; liking this, liking that, liking the other things. Most of the likes were in controversial areas.
Now this morning they are gone without a trace. I can’t help but think that social media reactions are monitored by the hyper-government to keep business as usual.
The old me would have built a pithy argument about how “dumb” FB is and write a post-ultimatum farewell address, threatening never to be seen again.
Now my thinking is that I could get a head start by ignoring FB and moving on.
I have been claiming to be a writer for exactly a year without writing a full paragraph (except for a brief writer’s club assignment).
For years I have suggested that God is so big, so capable that he allows each of us to create our own universe to behold. Because our friends and family affect our actions, they share a lot of our created space.
After a fair study of the works of Thomas Aquinas the following is a mash-up of what I harvested. To get the full text as Aquinas wrote it google “summa iia iiae 141”
Objection 3. Further, Anselm gives seven degrees of humility:
1. “to acknowledge oneself contemptible”
2. “to grieve for this”
3. “to confess it”
4. “to convince others of this, that is to wish them to believe it”
5. “to bear patiently that this be said of us”
6. “to suffer oneself to be treated with contempt”
7. “to love being thus treated.”
[Food for thought]
(buried beneath scrolls)
This landing page is designed to keep traffic from wandering very far into the blog. As I mention to people that I direct to Softwarehank.com, this is a personal site. I tell everyone that they will probably land on something that does not relate to why they came [here].
Today I gathered together drafting supplies that have accumulated over the years, most of them many years ago. Several lead holders (one once belonged to my supervisor), paper cleaning powder and pad, long leads of different hardness, compasses and dividers (most missing parts) and a variety of sharpeners are all going to the landfill.
All this equipment is obsolete. I have moved them around over 40 years, putting value on them based on the symbolic representation of work performed.
I wanted to save a few things while filling a garbage bag.
but they’re all gone now.