A guy from Baltimore.
From the article, On the Third Day He Rose Again at the blog Experimental Theology.
Many people are psychologically crippled by a fear of death. And this isn’t necessarily a conscious battle. As Ernest Becker argued in his book The Denial of Death, much of our lives are actively involved in repressing our existential anxieties, usually via our efforts to be “significant” or to “make a difference.” According to Becker, most of our self-esteem projects are simply elaborate death repression mechanisms. We want to be “noticed” by a cosmos that seems largely indifferent to our birth, life and eventual death. So we fight to be noticed by the cosmos. “Hey Cosmos, look at me! I’m smart, talented, unique, special and have achieved a lot in life! For example, look how many hits my blog has!”
I've just realized that I represent a terrible option for anyone seeking to invest time or money into a person. I had a full scholarship for my undergrad degree and I'm not working in anything remotely close to that field anymore. If they were hoping I'd become a famous alum and direct people into their program, whoops! Terrible waste of scholarship money there.
I thought that the Big Bang was an established feature of “real” cosmology but apparently some interpretations of the cosmological data support doing away with the idea.
I’ve posted a set of photos at Flickr.com from Star Wars night at the local minor league baseball stadium. It was dreadfully hot that night but all the littlest Colemans had a great time.
The title of this post comes from a great line in a poem accompanying this photo.
In the full context of the poem it’s implied that love is the lamp held in one hand. I’m enjoying rolling that image around in my brain. The lamp doesn’t hang on a peg at your house while you try to stay within its radius — the love isn’t only love while you’re nearby. Instead you carry it with you and it helps you navigate the rest of the world. And what do you do with your free hand? The one not holding the lamp? And no matter what you do with that free hand, aren’t you a little restricted in your movements and actions by not having two hands available to help? Wouldn’t it be easier if you had both hands free, so maybe you’re tempted to put down the lamp for awhile sometimes?
Love is a lamp held in one hand. Great, full image.