A frigid winter's morn'. If that doesn't signal imminent snow, I don't know what does... The thought for the day: weather isn't God; neither is it an act of God in the sense of punishment for human sins; it's just Nature (the law and nature of the material with which the universe is made). What is God, as I began to see in these views, is that unchanging stillness that exists through and beyond the changes and chances of the universe - which is reflected also in the spirit of the best and worst of us; the best and worst, perhaps that is a fit epithet for Manhattan .
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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A frigid winter's morn'. If that doesn't signal imminent snow, I don't know what does... The thought for the day: weather isn't God; neither is it an act of God in the sense of punishment for human sins; it's just Nature (the law and nature of the material with which the universe is made). What is God, as I began to see in these views, is that unchanging stillness that exists through and beyond the changes and chances of the universe - which is reflected also in the spirit of the best and worst of us; the best and worst, perhaps that is a fit epithet for Manhattan .
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