Thursday, July 3, 2008

And God Created Woman

And God Created Woman

23And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man. 24Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. (Gen 2:21-25)

"George, I got a smudge on the fender of my car, could you wipe it off for me please?"
"You bet I will, Dear."

"Hey, Marge! Come look at this!"
"What is it George? You sound all excited about something."
"You will be too when you see what I done!"
"What is it? I don't have all day to..."
"Look at your car. I had it painted, the upholstery replaced, the engine overhauled and new tires put on it. Ain't she a honey!?"
"George, all I asked you to do was wipe off a little smudge."

Man is crazy.
Man is compulsive.
And when a woman is involved, man is insane.


A PREFACE:

Normally I don't preface a study or an article; but in order that this may be read as I intend it by both genders, a qualifying statement must be made.

There has been, I venture to say, no bigger headache for a woman under the sun than is a man. Sometimes it must seem that this world would operate a lot better, and have far less difficulties if man (men) were to stay out of the running of it all together.

I have no doubt there are a great many women shouting "Hallelujah" to this. I would have to agree with them to a large extent.

This said, I will now relate to you something about women as it has been presented to me.

To begin, I will take you back more than half a century to my childhood:

When I was a boy living on my grandfather's farm, one of my responsibilities was to prepare the chicken for plucking. This meant catching the chicken, which was a job in itself because for some odd reason chickens do not like to be plucked (unlike us humans who herd to wallet pluckers). And somehow the chickens seem to know when their time has come to be plucked. This knowledge accounts for many a hen scratches on my face and arms.

I had a chunk of log behind the house that was used for resting the head of the hen who was soon to be plucked. Resting is not quite the proper word because neither I nor the hen was doing much resting. Wrestling might be a more fitting description of the event.

After I had performed the dastardly deed, the details I will spare you, the hen's head then lay peacefully at rest as was intended, but its body was running hither and fro throughout the yard, having no idea what it was doing, nor where it was going, nor why.

And so it is with a man and a maid.

Since the beginning of time, that is since Adam and Eve... I have to add for those who believe in evolution that this might carry billions of years before the time of our first recorded forefathers (and foremothers). But although I have been many things in my life, I can't ever recall being a bug, so I can't speak for the arachnid family. Perhaps someone who believes in both evolution and reincarnation can cover that missing element, since it follows that they at one time must have been one of everything from the beginning; and they are even now returning to such form when their deeds are drastically deficient. I suppose a good memory would help in such a case also.

And God created woman.

From the side of Man God took a rib and crafted a partner for Man.

Many people interpret this to mean that woman is designed to work side-by-side with man. Others take it to mean that woman is to be a pain in the side to man.

I'm inclined to agree with both views.

God created something special in a woman that was left out of man, but is very much desired by man.

I call this: "Feminine Mystique," (mystique meaning "mystery, seductive").

Perhaps you think this "mystique" either does not exist, or it is developed or learned as a girl grows into womanhood. I will have too admit that there are a great many women without this mystique, or who haven't taken the time to develop it. These women are inclined to try and force their way into "Man's" world, using man's nature to fight and connive for that which they want. A sad state of affairs. Woman is given a gift, and refuses to use it.

Have you ever seen a baby girl in a stroller or a crib, not able to speak a word of any language except that of "baby talk." Not even a tooth in that girl's mouth, yet she knows just how to flash a smile, or twinkle the eye in order to get papa's heart to melt. And as she grows, so does her ability to wield her feminine charm.

Watch two toddlers as they play in a sandbox. Neither of these children are even out of diapers. One of the toddlers is a boy, and the other is a girl. Watch. The boy, in order to get that which he wants grabs and whines and threatens. The girl does nothing but blink an eye or turn her head just a bit to the side with a hint of a smile, and whatever she wants, now becomes her's.

Did either of these children learn their techniques for getting what they want? Of course not. Over time they may or may not learn that one technique works better than another. But the method was instilled in them at birth.

Is there any evidence of this Mystique recorded in history? I believe there is.

Let's return to the beginning.

Adam was told not to eat an apple. He was told that the worst possible consequences would come from him eating an apple. Anything else in the world he wanted to do, he could do without fear of consequences: except eat an apple.

Now, I have no doubt whatever that if the serpent had tried to get Adam to eat that apple, Adam would have resisted with all his force. Had Eve threatened or begged or beat on him, I am sure Adam would have easily declined the offer.

The Bible tells us that Eve "gave" the apple to Adam, and Adam ate. I have a picture of Eve lightly stroking Adam's arm as she gently places the apple in his hand and tenderly curls his fingers around the half-eaten globe. I can hear faint, soothing words whispered to the tune of fluttering eyelids: "Now you, my Love."

The subtle, the tender, the melting of the heart is one avenue a woman might take to acquire that which she desires of a man. But along with this technique God has provided another way to a man's emotions. And although it is certainly an effective method, it is one that a woman is not to utilize, and man is to avoid. This method, of course, is woman's sexuality.

This nature is not specific to mankind; we see it all through the animal kingdom. However in most cases, in the animal realm, it is the male who puts forth all the effort he can muster in order to woo the female, and God has supplied him with ample color and pomp with which to woo.

In the Bible we have just such an incident, that of a woman wielding her sexual charm, recorded for us. And the end of this incident brought forth the worst of consequences.

Kings like to party. In fact politicians throughout the world like to party. Probably no country likes to party more than this, the US of A. In fact our politicians like to party so much they call the groups they belong to a "Party."

One day King Herod threw a big bash at his place. Lots of important people there. For entertainment he had his wife, who was married to his brother, while he was already married, her daughter (mixed up family you know), dance for him. Salome was her name (not salome - that's not kosher). It appears she, this girl, knew how to make best use of her feminine wiles, because her dad, or whatever he was, said she could have anything she wanted, up to half his kingdom. I'm a' thinking she must have been mighty young because all she asked for was the head of John the Baptist. That's not much of an investment toward the future.

I for one am not a person who is so easily provoked by such blatant shows of sexuality. That does not mean I am free of such emotions when presented with these displays, not by a long shot. But the emotions they stir soon pass, almost as soon as I turn my head from them.

But such is not so with the subtle shows of affection. These bring out the tenderness, the deep sensitive "man" inside of me. They cause me to lose my head like the poor chicken I described earlier, and follow the source of my feelings wherever she might lead me.

I know I am not alone in this. If for no other reason than these two quotes I present here:

"God gave women intuition and femininity. Used properly, the combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I've ever met. Farrah Fawcett

"No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes she were not." Henry Louis Mencken

Of course the last quote describes, not the susceptibility of the man to tender words and shows of affection, but that of the woman. This to be discussed later.

Being single, and having always been single, there have been a few women pass through my life. And there have certainly been those women who fit the seductress image described above.

But there has been only one who I have met, and have known, who has the "Feminine Mystique" God has instilled in women that melts a man's heart; intended to make a man feel complete.

Fifty years is a long time in anyone's life. Yet fifty is the number of years I have remembered as if it were yesterday that experience of being made to feel fulfilled, to feel complete as a man.

Was it Salome doing her belly dance that enticed me? No. Was it a mini skirted young girl alluring me with her charm and flattering words? No. Perhaps it was the girl voted most beautiful and most popular casting her affections my way? No, it was none of these.

Seduction is an art form. Done properly, making the best use of the Feminine Mystique, both the seductress and the seduced are left feeling fulfilled and complete. Both have achieved the epitome of that which God placed in them to achieve that fulfilment.

It must be kept in mind that seduction, as I refer to it, has nothing whatever to do with sex. Nor does it have anything to do with the brain, at least not on the man's part. Seduction has everything to do with the heart and emotions.

Seduction is not aggressive. Seduction is not even passive. Seduction is a slight pulling back which causes the seduced to feel that he is the seducer. The woman plays her part of woman so well that she makes the man feel manly and confident, even if he is number one contender for wimp of the year.

Any woman can make a man feel like a jerk and a failure. It takes a real woman to make a jerk and a failure feel like he is a man.

I am one of those failure jerks who has had such an experience (and many of them), with a master in the field of seduction. She had the ability to bring out of me what I did not know existed. And here, these many years later, those memories and feelings are just as strong and as clear as if they had happened just this morning.

I have no doubt that many, if not everyone who reads this article pictures in their mind a Geisha, or some passive little girl who's entire purpose in life is to satisfy a man. And there is an element of truth to such a picture.

Being a woman, a complete woman, is a game. It as a game just as being a man is a game. And success comes in how well you play the game.

If the game is to be successfully played, both participants must come out the winner. And the only way to win, is to cause your partner to appear the winner, and to feel he or she is the reason for the game being played at all. If there are any "stars" in the game, that star has to appear to be merely a bit player in the game.

One of the reasons man can not win the game of Man and Woman is that he feels he must be the winner, the star, the "stud." The woman knows this, being aware of man's weak ego, and allows him to feel the way he does, and even builds on his feelings of superiority. And the better she is at puffing up man's ego, meaning her ego is more mature and ruling her heart less than his, the more she becomes the winner of the game.

I always lost. I mean I lost big time when I played the game. In fact I was so far out of contention that I was not even aware such a game existed. I was a prime candidate for the wiles of a woman. My ego was so poor that the only thing I could do was lose. But, because losing is such an important part of the game, at least on the man's part, I felt complete and special when I was with this girl.

One might reasonably ask what the girl received from being a winner in this game of seduction.

Everything.

She won not only everything I could give her, and more if I could somehow obtain it; but more than this, she knew full well that she was the one in charge.

Of course what girl would not desire to be the one who is in control of her situation, especially if that situation happened to be in the field of romance. However, the harder a woman tries to acquire that control, the farther she is from it. By releasing her apparent desire for control, she obtains it freely given by the very one from whom she desires such control.

Losing to win. This is a concept utilized by many religions, therapies, and martial arts. Unfortunately the only ones I see using this tactic anymore are those with, not the good of the relationship, or their partner in the game, but themselves; this being con men and scam artists, and politicians.

For the game of seduction to be played successfully, the woman must have the man so affixed on his emotions that his brain is no longer functional. She must also have his ultimate welfare in mind in order that both players turn out to be the winner. If she has only her own interest in mind, she creates in the man, when his mind has returned to him, one hardened to the wiles of a woman, and very possibly bitter toward them as well. Many men have been led astray while in the gaga state, only to discover afterwards that they are now far off the path they had set for themselves.

Legends are resplendent with such stories of men led astray by women. The Sirens of Greek mythology who by their singing lured ships at sea to their destruction; and the Celtic will-o'-the-wisp who lures men to that which they may never obtain being some prime examples.

On the other hand, history gives us many examples of women who graciously took a back seat of anonymity while thrusting her husband forward into fame and fortune, who won by her husbands success. She knew (and knows) that the game of seduction is a team effort, and not a war of wills.

Women would serve themselves well to learn from women of the past, instead of causing themselves ulcers, heart failures, and other such distresses intended exclusively for a man.

Women have a power far greater than a man's. She was not built to fit into a man's world of labor, although she is certainly capable. Nor was she designed to rule and reign over the multitudes, although she has certainly proven herself more than able. Woman was designed to rule over, with her subtle abilities, the man who rules the nation or the world. If he does not listen to the woman who is placed in a position to guide him, he turns a deaf ear to the wisdom and the sensitivity God has provided for him to rule properly.

It is common for men to be the sole parent in this day and age. There are many men in the position of raising the children. This should not be so. Man is incapable of doing such. This is not to say that there are not many men doing an excellent job with that which they have been left with. But men lack certain qualities that lend themselves to the instruction of children. Boys, we now know, go through a period of developing their feminine nature under the tutorship of their mother, and then are turned over to their father for learning to become a man. Few men are able to draw from themselves the feminine nature needed in that early stage of a boy's development. And as for a girl's nature....?

The African's have a saying: "It takes a community to raise a child." Unfortunately "Civilization" has done away with such communities, everyone scattering in all directions as soon as they can afford a pair of shoes. So their remains no community with which to raise a child. Children are instructed by the media, and the governments, and by rooms full of other squalling children all seeking attention from the few adults who are there to supervise them, but none to instruct.

By our absence we teach our children that they are not important to us, and thereby not important at all. So any of the children who learn the art of seduction does so, not for the good of their mate, but for their own selfish interests.

Women are not the only ones who learn the gentle art of seduction. Men have learned it as well. But what few men learn this art, use it for selfish reasons, as a tool, not for the benefit of their partner.

Of course for every rule, there are exceptions that prove the rule exists as a rule, and not as a final commandment. Some of those exceptions have become legend, and serve as an example for men who wish to polish their feminine side. Examples that come to mind are Cyrano de Bergerac, and the flowery days of chivalry portrayed by the Musketeers; and the Knights of the Code. These were examples of a "Man's Man" brought to the knees of tenderness for the affection of a maid. It is not the Terminator or Dirty Harry way of grab the woman by the hair and drag her to his cave.

Some women like to be dragged by the hair. But I believe most women would much rather be treated with the respect she is due, and be catered to by someone who places her welfare high above his own. Such a woman must look for the feminine qualities he possesses (and must possess herself) in order to be treated in such a manner.

I present here another quote to this effect:

"I love a guy that can be emotional and get in touch with his feminine side. It's really sweet. It says a lot about a man to me." Kelly Rowland

We often read of men discovering that their being seen as "gay" attracts women to them. They appear "safer" and more in touch with the sensitive feelings that a woman has been given and must express.

One time in my life I went through a very intense episode where I was enabled to get in touch with my feelings, and to share them openly. I do so now as well, but at this time I was surrounded almost constantly by women, and also by men seeking the attention of these women.

I noticed that women were not drawn to the men who were flexing their muscles at them. They were attracted to wimpish me (although I had a good physique at that time, being very athletic and into body building). But it was not muscles these girls were looking for. They sought openness and honesty. I had that to give.

Men do not care about open feelings or honesty. They don't care how a woman feels, just so long as the woman says nice things about them, whether she believes them or not. "You are wonderful!!" is what men want to hear; not: "Can I talk to you honestly about how you make me feel?"

It's the Feminine Mystique that seduces, whether it is exhibited by a woman, or a man.

"Mystique" means "mystery." Mystery has the connotation of being unpredictable. Predictability leads to boredom. We desire predictability in our lives. We want to know that tomorrow we will receive a paycheck. We want to know we will be safe, and that our spouse is faithful. We do not want mystery in areas such as these. But a job that adds mystery, something new and different, and maybe even exciting adds pepper to our daily ration of boredom. The husband who comes home every night and plops in front of the TV is not going to instill the same desire in his wife to keep the fires of affection burning at the window as one who occasionally brings home flowers for no particular reason. The wife who wears the same bun hairdo every day and greets her husband with a mop in her hand is not going to receive the same spark of interest as a wife who sometimes hides from him like a giggling child.

There is predictability; and there is play. One must be careful when moving from one to the other that they don't stop half way with predictable play.

Geisha is an act. Geisha is a role a woman plays for the moment. If the geisha is a geisha in real life, she loses her effectiveness. No man worthy of the title is going to feel valuable and manly with a woman who feels she is less than a woman. He can only feel manly and confident when the woman he has "seduced" is strong and confident. If she is not a woman in her own right, and willing to stand up and speak out, then she will not be respected by anyone, and certainly not by the one who is playing the game of seduction with her.

The more "woman" playing the game; the more "man" her partner feels.

There is no glory in winning a game of tennis against someone who always loses. Nor is there any pleasure in playing the game with someone who neither knows how to play, nor really wants to play.

The harder your opponent plays to win (or seems to play), and the more skilled, the greater the "conquest."

This is part of the problem, as I see it, of society today. No one wants to play the game. Everyone insists on being the winner, or at least looking like the winner, so no one feels fulfilled or complete.

It is the woman's role in life to complete the man. This is why God created her. Man tries to pretend he doesn't need anyone, especially a woman. It's his big lie. Without the woman he is less than half a man, and can not function as he was created to. If he lives long enough, he discovers this, often when it is too late.

Woman, when society works the way it should, are able to take control of a family, or whatever she is working in, and make it run the way it should. However, in order for her to do her job, she must make the man feel like he is the one in control and coming up with the right solutions.

Women are now in the role of the man. No one wants to play the role of a woman, except for a few deviant men who are not designed for the job no matter how hard they might try to convince themselves and society that they are.

Because of this only part of the job is being done. Families especially suffer the consequences because no one, except for the grandparents, want to do the job the woman was designed to do.

Man is left without his help meet. His helper has become his competitor.

A tragic loss to society today.

Since I was but a small child I have had the greatest respect and regard for women. I placed them high on a pedestal to be worshiped and adored. And in my life time (that on occasion feels as if it has been an eternity), I have had the great honor and privilege of knowing women who fully warrant such adoration and respect. The love of my life I spoke of earlier being a prime example.

Women are not men. I know that we are being taught today that the only difference between men and women are biological and upbringing. This is not what God says, nor is it anywhere near my own experience.

I am a man. I am far from being a Macho Man, even though I have a physically oriented bent to my manhood.

I have a low regard for men. I have a low regard for myself as a man, that is that manhood which is fully separated from what femininity God has graciously placed in man to keep him from completely destroying himself and the rest of God's creation.

When a man, myself included, exemplifies, thus indicating he possesses the qualities of womanhood: sensitivity toward others, honest emotions, integrity and intelligence - qualities missing in man, I find respect for him. The more femininity he exhibits, without becoming "feminine," the more whole he is, and the more he can be looked up to.

The Bible, as well as just about any of the other religions, point man in just such a direction. Jesus, for instance, was the perfect example of the Man who was fully in touch with his feminine side. There was nothing "unmanly" about Him. He spoke His mind openly in opposition to the established political, religious and intelligentsia leaders of His day. With but a few pieces of string He chased a multitude of men out of the temple while temple guards and the religious leaders could do nothing but stand back and watch. He walked willingly to His death while showing forgiveness to his persecutors.

Yet Jesus showed the greatest of sensitivity and concern for the small child, something not considered manly in His day. He demonstrated the highest regard for women, even women of ill repute, something far from accepted by the men of His day and age. Jesus wept. Jesus referred to Himself as a shepherd concerned with the smallest of lambs, rather than as a mighty warrior the likes of which the Jews were awaiting to be their Messiah.

Jesus was fully masculine, yet fully integrated with His feminine nature.

Jesus was God incarnate. God said He made man in His own image. Jesus was that image. Therefore, the more Man is like Jesus, the more like God he becomes.

And as I read the Bible, I am convinced that God is instructing Man to get in touch with his feminine side, that is, to be like God. That is what "Christianity" is about: being fully integrated. It appears to me that God, in the process of creating "Man" split His nature in two. He gave half to the man, and half to the woman. This is exemplified in the Church, which is the Body of Jesus. The Head and the Body create an entire whole. The Bible refers to this relationship as a marriage: the bringing together of the two parts in order to function as it should. The Bible gives many instructions to the church, as well as to men and their wives, how to live as one complete whole. Concentrate too heavily on one element, that is the man or the woman, and the relationship is off-balance. The Bible makes it clear that each should give more concern to their partner, than expect to be satisfied themselves.

There are two sides to a balance scale.

God tells us we should be man with a woman's nature, but to behave ourselves appropriately according to the gender we were born with. Society tells us we should be neither man nor woman, just people with no such gender distinction.

Unfortunately man listens to the dictates of his society rather than the words of God. Consider Adam and Eve.


We are moving toward a time when that line of distinction will be so blurred as to be unrecognizable. Men behaving like women, and women behaving like men. I feel sorry for the children of this age who know no better having not had the opportunity to have had a reasonable upbringing and thereby have been given a choice.

As I see it, when that line of distinction has been lost, as it had been in Sodom and Gomorrah, in Canaan, and even in Israel, there will be no more need for Mankind as a distinct facet of creation. God's creation can, and would function much better without him.

My personal belief is that God will return one day and do away with all but those who have taken on His nature, that is to be fully integrated with the qualities of both man and woman, yet be fully separated in their behavior.

Times have changed. In my mind, the entire purpose of God's creation has been lost, only to be seen in a very few homes.

I am so thankful I have had the experience I have had with (who were allowed to relate to me fully as such), the only real "woman" I know of. Without that experience I would not know such a thing existed, nor would I understand for what purpose God created woman, and how she can make even a weakling such as I feel strong and confident to move forward.

An after word:

In my opinion the notion that the "Feminine Mystiques" as regarded my Betty Friedman and the Feminist Movement having to do with the traditional view of a woman's worth through domesticity has corrupted the meaning of the word. The two are worlds apart. There is nothing "Mystical" about the drudgery of being a wife and a mother. I hope that those of this generation (after the '60's) can separate the word from the colloquial meaning it has now taken on.

So many of our words have been whitewashed and diminished that our language no longer conveys meaning. I suppose in some ways this isn't much of a loss since it appears to me that not many people mean what they say anyway. And in the area of law and politics, there is always someone with a book of rules or a lie to cover and backstroke any intent of integrity presented.

I make statements as if I believe there are only two ballparks in which to play. This is not my intent at all. I am only trying to re-instill a purpose that I believe has long been lost. I am not one who believes we should all think and act alike. Anyone who knows me at all knows I am one who has lived, and am living a very unorthodox lifestyle. I have no doubts my writings reflect this fact.

But at the same time, I believe it is important that those who decide to live outside the rules, or to change those rules, know about those rules, and have, hopefully, experienced what benefits those rules provide, if any. I am attempting here to relate, to anyone who will listen, my experience of the rules God has established for a Man and a Woman as I have experienced them.

So to clarify, just in case it has been missed above, I am not advocating that women stay at home and raise the kids. Far from it. I am only suggesting that women (and men) add to their lives the special gifts and qualities that God gave each of us. It will make for a better and happier life for both you and your partner.

Not all men are susceptible to the wiles of a woman. And I suppose in their mind they are too "Macho" to be "sucked in."

I feel sorry for them.

In my mind they are missing one of the most important elements that God has instilled in man. And because of that lack, they are not more of a man, but merely half a man.

One of the most common complaints women have when they refer to their marriage is: "The romance has gone out of our marriage."

I suppose the first to utter this complaint is Eve. As far as we can tell according to the Bible they were married for 900 years. That's a long time to keep any spark alive.

Over a period of time, people naturally settle into a "comfort zone." That is, they become who they really are when they were pretending to be something else in order to capture their intended one. If the spark of passion extinguishes quickly after the honeymoon, it is a good indication that the candle of romance was just barely lit when it appeared a flame, or it had very little wick with which to burn so intently for very long.

The game of Man and Woman should not end with the wearing of a ring. It should be a lifetime affair. The problem, as I see it, is that while one might complain about there being no spark left, they are not supplying sufficient fuel with which to keep it burning. Or if one partner (or player) is still in there pitching after the ball game is over, and still feeling frustrated because there is no one up to bat; it is very possible that the one pitching has forgotten one of the main purposes for playing the game.

Winning is not the intent. The purpose of the game of seduction, that of romance, is the same as the purpose in the game of life. The fulfilment of the game is in the playing of the game, and playing with all your might. If no one else wants to play, play anyway. Feel good about yourself that you still have what it takes to play.

Life should be made the most of. So should a marriage. But it is not up to others to make our game interesting and exciting; it is up to us. If we stop making our life interesting, then we are the only ones who can once again move ourself forward. We should not place the burden of our happiness on the shoulders of others. If we do, the one who's shoulders feels the extra weight will very likely move farther from our reach.

Play the game of seduction with that same intent in mind. Play it for your own enjoyment, and try to perfect your skills. Who knows? You just might become so good at it that you will once again ignite a flame in that burnt-out candle of your other half?

Although I am lacking in many areas; in vulnerability to the Feminine Mystique I have been amply supplied.

Many of my most treasured memories are the times I have been led down the garden path by a flutter of an eyelash, a gentle touch on an arm, or a tender word whispered in the ear. It would distress me greatly to have these memories taken from me. And though I am fully in the waning years of my life, I am no less sensitive to or susceptible to the Feminine Mystique.

A Disclaimer:

I know there will be a ton of people who believe, rightly or wrongly, that they do not fit the "stereotype" image I have presented here. And they may well be correct. But before anyone throws stones at me, consider: how many people you see who do fit this image? If you know of one, then my viewpoint may well stand as a testimony to that one.

But I am hoping there are many more who feel as I do. It's great fun being a man when a woman can be fully a woman and bring out the man in me. I would like to think there are many others who have had this experience as well.

Tumbleweed


Quotes

"No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes she were not." Henry Louis Mencken

"Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on't; And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't." Unattributed Author

"Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful mistress of her art." Unattributed Author

"What is lighter than the wind? A feather. What is lighter than a feather? Fire. What lighter than a fire? A woman. What lighter than a woman? Nothing." Unattributed Author

"I think Nature hath lost the mould Where she her shape did take; Or else I doubt if Nature could So fair a creature make." Unattributed Author

"The virtue of her lively looks Excels the precious stone; I wish to have none other books To read or look upon." Unattributed Author

"Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul, Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee, Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!" Joseph Addison

"Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in woman." Amos Bronson Alcott

"Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad." Amos Bronson Alcott

"Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd, And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude; But the shrewdness of their shrewdness and the rudeness of their rudeness, Are as nothing to their goodness when they're good." Amos Bronson Alcott

"On one she smiles, and he was blest; She smiles elsewhere--we make a din! But 'twas not love which heaved her breast, Fair child!--it was the bliss within." Matthew Arnold

"Woman's love is writ in water, Woman's faith is traced in sand." Sir Robert Aytoun (Ayton) of Kincaldie,

"But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is." Joanna Baillie

"Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied Him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at His cross, and earliest at His grave." Eaton Stannard Barrett

"You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone." Sir James Matthew Barrie

"Oh, woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! What an inviting hell invented." Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

"Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise: At least be more than I was; and be sure You credit anything the light gives life to Before a man." Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

"One is not born a woman, one becomes one." Simone de Beauvoir

"When a woman behaves like a man why doesn't she behave like a nice man?" Dame Edith Evans

"You see an awful lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy." Erica Jong

"They talk about a woman's sphere, as though it had a limit. There's not a place in earth or heaven. There's not a task to mankind given... without a woman in it." Kate Field

"No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes she were not." Henry Louis Mencken

"In politics if you want anything said, ask a man. If you want anything done, ask a woman." Margaret Thatcher

"Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd." Congreve

"Beauty, n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband." Ambrose Bierce

"The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women merely adored." Oscar Wilde

"If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base." Dave Barry

"Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Debate is masculine, conversation is feminine." Amos Bronson Alcott

"The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ''What does a woman want?''" Sigmund Freud

"If any human being is to reach full maturity both the masculine and feminine sides of the personality must be brought up into consciousness." M. Esther Harding

"Patience is one of those "feminine" qualities which have their origin in our oppression but should be preserved after our liberation." Simone de Beauvoir

"Women's liberation is the liberation of the feminine in the man and the masculine in the woman." Corita Kent

"Piggy is certainly hard, but that's just part of the job. I don't even think about it. She's also hard because I have to reach down into the feminine part of myself and bring that up. It's not just the surface with her. There are a lot of neuroses in her. So I have to come from a different place with Piggy." Frank Oz

"I love a guy that can be emotional and get in touch with his feminine side. It's really sweet. It says a lot about a man to me." Kelly Rowland

"I don't think I would have been able to stick with it and been proud of who I am and be feminine out on the court. I think I would have folded to the peer pressure if I didn't have my mom to encourage me to be me and be proud of how tall I am." Lisa Leslie

"Femininity appears to be one of those pivotal qualities that is so important no one can define it." Caroline Bird

"It is not possible for a man to be elegant without a touch of femininity." Unknown

"God gave women intuition and femininity. Used properly, the combination easily jumbles the brain of any man I've ever met. Farrah Fawcett

FROM THE BIBLE

21And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; 22And the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. 23And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man. 24Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh. 25And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed. (Gen 2:21-25)

1This is the book of the generations of Adam. In the day that God created man, in the likeness of God made he him; 2Male and female created he them; and blessed them, and called their name Adam, in the day when they were created. (Gen 5:1,2)

2When pride cometh, then cometh shame: but with the lowly is wisdom.
9An hypocrite with his mouth destroyeth his neighbour: but through knowledge shall the just be delivered. 10When it goeth well with the righteous, the city rejoiceth: and when the wicked perish, there is shouting. 11By the blessing of the upright the city is exalted: but it is overthrown by the mouth of the wicked.
22As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion. (Prov 11:)

4A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband: but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones.

15The way of a fool is right in his own eyes: but he that hearkeneth unto counsel is wise. (Prov 12:)

1To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. 9What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? 10I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. (Eccl 3:)

3The Pharisees also came unto him, tempting him, and saying unto him, Is it lawful for a man to put away his wife for every cause? 4And he answered and said unto them, Have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female, 5And said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh? 6Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. 7They say unto him, Why did Moses then command to give a writing of divorcement, and to put her away? 8He saith unto them, Moses because of the hardness of your hearts suffered you to put away your wives: but from the beginning it was not so. 9And I say unto you, Whosoever shall put away his wife, except it be for fornication, and shall marry another, committeth adultery: and whoso marrieth her which is put away doth commit adultery. (Mat 19:)

15Know ye not that your bodies are the members of Christ? shall I then take the members of Christ, and make them the members of an harlot? God forbid. 16What? know ye not that he which is joined to an harlot is one body? for two, saith he, shall be one flesh. 17But he that is joined unto the Lord is one spirit. 18Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body. 19What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? 20For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. (1Cor 6:)

3The Pharisees also came unto him, tempting him, and saying unto him, Is it lawful for a man to put away his wife for every cause? 4And he answered and said unto them, Have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female, 5And said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh? 6Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (Mat 19:)

5And Jesus answered and said unto them, For the hardness of your heart he wrote you this precept. 6But from the beginning of the creation God made them male and female. 7For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife; 8And they twain shall be one flesh: so then they are no more twain, but one flesh. 9What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. 10And in the house his disciples asked him again of the same matter. 11And he saith unto them, Whosoever shall put away his wife, and marry another, committeth adultery against her. 12And if a woman shall put away her husband, and be married to another, she committeth adultery. (Mark 10:)

16What? know ye not that he which is joined to an harlot is one body? for two, saith he, shall be one flesh. 17But he that is joined unto the Lord is one spirit. 18Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body. 19What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own? 20For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. (1Cor :6)

21Submitting yourselves one to another in the fear of God. 22Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. 23For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. 24Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing. 25Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; 26That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, 27That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. 28So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself. 29For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church: 30For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones. 31For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. 32This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church. 33Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband. (Eph 5:)

23All this have I proved by wisdom: I said, I will be wise; but it was far from me. 24That which is far off, and exceeding deep, who can find it out? 25I applied mine heart to know, and to search, and to seek out wisdom, and the reason of things, and to know the wickedness of folly, even of foolishness and madness: 26And I find more bitter than death the woman, whose heart is snares and nets, and her hands as bands: whoso pleaseth God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be taken by her. 27Behold, this have I found, saith the preacher, counting one by one, to find out the account: 28Which yet my soul seeketh, but I find not: one man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found. 29Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions. (Eccl 7:)

20My son, keep thy father's commandment, and forsake not the law of thy mother: 21Bind them continually upon thine heart, and tie them about thy neck. 22When thou goest, it shall lead thee; when thou sleepest, it shall keep thee; and when thou awakest, it shall talk with thee. 23For the commandment is a lamp; and the law is light; and reproofs of instruction are the way of life: 24To keep thee from the evil woman, from the flattery of the tongue of a strange woman. 25Lust not after her beauty in thine heart; neither let her take thee with her eyelids. 26For by means of a whorish woman a man is brought to a piece of bread: and the adulteress will hunt for the precious life. 27Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned? 28Can one go upon hot coals, and his feet not be burned? 29So he that goeth in to his neighbour's wife; whosoever toucheth her shall not be innocent. 30Men do not despise a thief, if he steal to satisfy his soul when he is hungry; 31But if he be found, he shall restore sevenfold; he shall give all the substance of his house. 32But whoso committeth adultery with a woman lacketh understanding: he that doeth it destroyeth his own soul. 33A wound and dishonour shall he get; and his reproach shall not be wiped away. 34For jealousy is the rage of a man: therefore he will not spare in the day of vengeance. 35He will not regard any ransom; neither will he rest content, though thou givest many gifts. (Prov 6:)

1My son, keep my words, and lay up my commandments with thee. 2Keep my commandments, and live; and my law as the apple of thine eye. 3Bind them upon thy fingers, write them upon the table of thine heart. 4Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; and call understanding thy kinswoman: 5That they may keep thee from the strange woman, from the stranger which flattereth with her words.
6For at the window of my house I looked through my casement, 7And beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, a young man void of understanding, 8Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house, 9In the twilight, in the evening , in the black and dark night: 10And, behold, there met him a woman with the attire of an harlot, and subtle of heart. 11(She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house: 12Now is she without, now in the streets, and lieth in wait at every corner.) 13So she caught him, and kissed him, and with an impudent face said unto him, 14I have peace offerings with me; this day have I payed my vows. 15Therefore came I forth to meet thee, diligently to seek thy face, and I have found thee. 16I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt. 17I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon. 18Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves. 19For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey: 20He hath taken a bag of money with him, and will come home at the day appointed. 21With her much fair speech she caused him to yield, with the flattering of her lips she forced him. 22He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter, or as a fool to the correction of the stocks; 23Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life. 24Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth. 25Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths. 26For she hath cast down many wounded: yea, many strong men have been slain by her. 27Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death. (Prov 7:)

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

New & Improved(?)

New and Improved(?)
14And in them is fulfilled the prophecy of Esaias, which saith, By hearing ye shall hear, and shall not understand; and seeing ye shall see, and shall not perceive: 15For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; (Mat 13:)


I drive a 37 year old van. It's got a rusty body (that's rusty, not rusted as in "rusted out," though it's approaching that stage), and looks its age. That is, from the outside it looks like it belongs in a junkyard. But under the hood it has a relatively new motor; a good transmission; new steering gear; new brake drums and system; good heavy-duty truck tires; and a fairly new radiator. It drives and rides like a new van. And it is more reliable than most new vans.

The inside of the van looks very much like a luxury automobile with nice blue carpeting all around, even on the dashboard and the overhead paneling. The side panels are upholstered with large speakers mounted in them; and that which isn't upholstered or carpeted is painted a pretty blue. My van is one of those with a high bubble-top like ice cream vans used to have. It is essentially an RV in miniature with bed, sink, toilet and the like.

All together, disregarding the labor, I would say I spent about 2-3,000 dollars on this van.

Now, you might legitimately say: "Why did you spend all that money on something that's not much more than a rolling outhouse instead of buying a new van."

Yes, I could buy a new van. That is, if I wanted to go into hock up to my ears to buy something that will likely give me more trouble than old Aunt Edna's trick knee. And that brings me to the point of this article.

Up until the middle of this century (oops, that's last century I mean) things were built to last. And if something happened to what you purchased, it was designed to be repaired. And believe it or not, you youngsters who have never seen such things, parts were sold (or manufactured) to repair them.

Today everything is designed to be thrown away. However, the chances are that what you wish to throw away, you can't, because it has lead or mercury or some other substance that is not allowed in the landfills. Of course there are places you can take these outdated, last year's things that aren't throw-away-able, but you have to pay plenty to let them take the old thing (two or three years old even - did I tell you that my van is 37 years old?), unrepairable and containing no parts that can be used to repair something else that is no longer working.

Oh for the days when we could go to the corner market and check our own part and replace those that were no longer working. (Did I tell you that I fix my car myself? You can do that with old cars, you know.)

The car you drive; what did it cost you to repair it last time the computer went out on it and it stalled in the middle of the freeway at rush hour with no way to fix it because it takes a computer wizard and ten thousand dollars worth of equipment to figure out what's wrong with it? (Did I tell you that I fix my car myself? And that the parts for it are very cheap - and repairable?)

Speaking of computers, it's computers that caused me to start thinking of this subject in the first place. I just started out with my van because I wanted to brag a bit.

I have several computers. Two of them, that I have hooked up and running all the time, are library throwaways that I bought for 35 bucks each, with 17" monitors. Actually, I bought two, a third they gave to me because they were anxious to get them off their shelves.

The old things work just fine. I have little to no trouble with them at all. And I run Windows Millennium, supposedly the worst operating system ever invented short of the Edsel, but I like it just fine. (I also liked the Edsel, which shows you what a distorted sense of taste I have in things.)

Besides the cheapies I just described, have what I call my "big" computer with three sound cards, pull-out hard drives (in drawers) and 8 hard drives that I can install in just seconds. In comparison to "Modern" computers it runs at a snail's pace, but having had to repair some new machines that fail at the drop of a mouse, I wouldn't swap for any of them. (By the way, did I mention that my van is 37 years old and still running?)

Two of my hard drives have XP, supposedly a marvelous OS. I have nothing but trouble with both drives, and they do whatever they want to do. I tell it to do one thing, it balks like an obstinate two-year-old, and does just the opposite. And when it decides to quit, it doesn't bother to tell me it is going to quit on me, or even that it has quit on me. Nor does it save that which I have been entrusting to its care. It sits there like a big cycloptic rock and waits for me to restart it or dump it on the floor like I feel like doing.

Do you recall "HAL" in 2001, a Space Odyssey?

Included with frustration that accompanies the XP is the privilege to re-purchase everything we have already spent our last dollar on in order to use a computer. The XP will not recognize my old reliable printer, or scanner, or run the programs I have finally learned to use. I have to buy all new components and programs that do not work nearly as well as my old ones, and are harder to understand than why my old Aunt Edna's knee is so tricky.

Twenty years ago I had one of those Color Computers that you hook up to a TV. It was more like a game consol than a computer as we know it, but it was very interesting. By the way, I still have that computer, with a box full of cartridges. (I also have the old Atari with many cartridges.) The biggest problem with that Color Computer was having to type all the codes to make anything work. Being the computer wiz I am, I got around that problem with little effort. I got someone else to do the typing. (That's not true, but I thought it sounded clever.)

One of the cartridges that I bought for that little machine was a sound device. You typed in the code, and the words you wanted it to say, and a Darth Vader sound-a-like talked back at you.

That was twenty years ago. They had such a thing then - why isn't it available now?

Which leads me to my point. What has happened to the technology and the availability of working products of the past? It is the intention of civilization to move forward, isn't it? Then if this is the case, why do we find something that works, then degrade it or abandon it all together?

Have you ever found something in the store that fit perfectly your needs, and the next time you went back to that same store you discovered they stopped carrying that product? You ask them why, and they give you some off-the-wall explanation that makes no sense. But the one explanation that would make sense they do not give, that being the product wasn't selling. It was selling, you know this because of the line of people behind you ready to ask the same question.

Forty years or so ago I lived in a HUD development in California. This development had cockroaches that were known to carry off small children and hold them for ransom. Not only were these cockroaches big, but they outnumbered us residents a thousand to one.

Once I visited the people in the apartment directly behind me. The father, the mother, and the four kids were doing the cucaracha. If you are unfamiliar with the word, it is Spanish for cockroach. In the case of my neighbors, although they were Mexican, they were not singing, they were dancing. Well, it looked like dancing, but what they were doing was stomping on the hundreds of cockroaches that were scurrying across the floor. I don't know what these folks put down, but whatever it was, it sure brought out the cockroaches. As the rest of the family stomped, the mother, wielding a shovel, was scooping up all the cockroaches she could catch and tossing them in the lit oven.

Cockroaches were everywhere. Walk outside and you had to step over and around these big black creatures. It's the law. In a HUD development cockroaches have the right of way, don't you know. And if you forget, they will gang up on you, and you surely don't want that.

All this to say, there were a lot of cockroaches.

But not in my apartment.

At that time there were two products out that did an excellent job of keeping cockroaches from entering one's domain. And with the use of them I had not one cockroach although the neighborhood was over run with them. One of these products was a shelf paper that was treated somehow, and the other was a floor wax. Highly effective. But like most, if not all effective and efficient things, once they are discovered by the powers that be to work, they are taken off the market.

Today we are looking for alternative fuels. Or should I say we are supposedly looking for alternative fuels. For years we have known of many such fuels, but once something is known to work, somebody puts the kibosh on it and we don't hear of it again.

When I was young, and that was a long time ago don't you know, somebody came up with a car battery that never needed replacing. The next thing we heard was nothing. Apparently some auto manufacturer bought it out and took it off the market.

In the early '70's I was riding a bicycle around the country. As I was crossing the Straits from Vancouver Island on the ferry I struck up a conversation with a young fellow who owned a farm on one of the small Canadian islands (he had homesteaded it when he was a teenager, raising sheep). He had developed a way to turn manure into fuel - not something particularly new since manure has been used for fuel since they invented animals. But apparently the process he developed was new, and the Canadian government wanted to see it. I guess it worked, because we haven't heard any more about it.

Grain is another fuel that has been used successfully. So successfully in fact that our government burns grain and pays the farmers not to raise it in order to keep the prices high. Now that grain could be used as alternative fuel I'm a thinking. But who am I to argue the wisdom of our honorable politicians?

There was a period of time that farmers paid no heed to the government and made alternative fuel from grain in spite of the prohibition against it. The problem was that the farmers (and others so inclined, which was many) drank the fuel before they could get it to market.

Back to computers, the subject that started this whole mess in the first place.

After my color computer I acquired a Tandy 1000, the elite one with a monster 20 Mb hard drive is what I had. This machine was the ultimate in my opinion. I was using it to write, in other words as a huge word processor. And for that purpose, it was a dandy. It was reliable and easy to use, once I worked my way through all the codes and hard-to-understand instructions.

What I particularly enjoyed about the 1,000 was defragging it. The defrag had lots of colors and lights flashing as it zigzagged its way across the screen. It reminded me a lot of the Fourth of July in Las Vegas. I defragged my machine often just to watch the lights. But it was not only the lights and the colors I found interesting, but what I could learn from the experience. For instance, along with the colors there was text on the screen indicating right were the defragger was putting every file. It was like I could see into the machine and know right where it was keeping my treasured works of literary art. It took the mystery and suspicion away from using that cyclops.

Today watching a defragging is less fun than spilling the garbage can on the front stoop. In fact it has gotten so uninteresting with XP that it does whatever it is going to do, and it doesn't even bother to tell you what it's doing, what it found (in the case of a disk scan) or that it is even through doing what it supposedly has done.

The only thing I can say I like about the new program (XP) is the little doggie on the search engine. I search every chance I get, even when I already know where what I am looking for is located so I can watch the pup dig it up.

It took two upgrades to make this "perfect" OS work any where near satisfactorily, and it still falls far short of its claim. Now I understand they have an even newer version out that, according to the experts I've talked to, has more bugs in it than my HUD neighbors.

Progress. It seems to me that progress is creating more junk we can't get rid of; less fun in the just-for-fun things; more bite to the buck than value; and a higher cost of living with less living for the cost.

Oh, for the Good Old Days when we had value and we had junk, and there was a way to tell the difference between the two.


References

"What do I think of Western civilization? I think it would be a very good idea." Mahatma Gandhi

"Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed." Mahatma Gandhi

"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use." William Falconer

"Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide." Napoleon Bonaparte

"Intelligence must follow faith, never precede it, and never destroy it." Thomas Kempis

"Some minds are like concrete: thoroughly mixed up and permanently set." Attributed to the Rev. Denny Brake

"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius-- and a lot of courage--to move in the opposite direction." E. F.Schumacker

"They say that the more a person learns, the more they find there is to learn. Therefore the smarter you think you are, the dumber you really are." Chris Hamono

"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function." F Scott Fitzgerald

"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." Albert Einstein

9Who hath ears to hear, let him hear. 10And the disciples came, and said unto him, Why speakest thou unto them in parables? 11He answered and said unto them, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not given. 12For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath. 13Therefore speak I to them in parables: because they seeing see not; and hearing they hear not, neither do they understand. 14And in them is fulfilled the prophecy of Esaias, which saith, By hearing ye shall hear, and shall not understand; and seeing ye shall see, and shall not perceive: 15For this people's heart is waxed gross, and their ears are dull of hearing, and their eyes they have closed; lest at any time they should see with their eyes, and hear with their ears, and should understand with their heart, and should be converted, and I should heal them. (Mat 13:)

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Easter Sunday

*
Easter Sunday

22Without counsel purposes are disappointed: but in the multitude of counsellors they are established. (Prov 15:)

Easter Sunday. If there is but one day in the year that a person goes to church, it is Easter Sunday. The men folk put on their cleanest manure-stained overalls; the children scrub behind their ears and hope they don't spill their breakfast on their Sunday fineries; and the ladies dress in attire especially intended to cause all the other ladies to drool with envy.

Easter Sunday is the day we all, even non believers, celebrate Jesus. And surely this is only just; after all, the resurrection is the only day we are given with any certainty that effects the life of Jesus here on earth. There are other days we celebrate, but we can not be certain that the day we celebrate is actually the day the event took place. For instance, the birth of Jesus is not indicated in the Bible, nor is there even much of a hint of it in the Old Testament as there is the Resurrection. Even Jesus' crucifixion is speculation, assuming He was crucified on a Friday before the Sabbath Saturday. But this is only speculation, and there are theologians who have strong evidence that it was either a Wednesday or a Thursday that Jesus died. And as for Christmas, we don't know when Jesus was born, the only thing we can be sure of is He wasn't born on the day we celebrate His birth.

Easter Sunday. If there is one day we can call the Lord's Day, it's Easter Sunday.

I went to church this Easter. It's rare that I go to church on any day, but I went to church this Easter Sunday. It was not my church I attended, but another popular church in the neighborhood.


Such a large church is the church I attended. Not such a large church for a large city, but for a small town, it is a large church. And it is an elaborate church. Not so much more elaborate than many of the other churches, but it is evident that they are trying to be. And as for the denomination of this church? That is not important; let it suffice to say it was a well-known and accepted Fundamental church, long established and respected by just about all the other denominations.

I was running late this day, having decided at the last moment to go to church. I hurriedly made breakfast, which I gobbled down, and searched my wardrobe for suitable clothes for Easter Sunday in a highly respected and fancy church. I was sure I couldn't wear my usual sweats that I normally wear to the tiny, informal church I attend. I decided to wear a rather westerny outfit I hadn't even attempted to wear for over 30 years. To my delight, they fit perfectly, indicating to me that my diet and exercise program is working. It also showed me that thirty years ago they made clothes intended to last at least thirty years. I looked for an Easter bonnet, but all I could find was an expensive 10x beaver pelt cowboy hat I have had for years but never wore and has been serving no other purpose than to feed moth larva.

I decided to forego the hat and attend church without suitable headgear.

It was raining this Easter morning; that is to say it was just like every other morning in this coastal town, so I decided to drive across the street to church. I felt rather silly driving two blocks to church instead of riding my bike; but I didn't want to get my Easter duds wet; and I couldn't be sure that a little rain might cause the seams to fall apart on those old clothes.

I was running late that Easter Sunday. I left the house at the time the meeting should have begun. When I arrived I parked to the far end of the parking lot in order to allow all the regulars to park up close to the building. That was when I was afforded my first impression of the church - the parking lot was nearly empty.

However the church building was not. I entered the church and asked where the Sunday School class was meeting. I was directed to a room with about ten men, all my age or older, sitting around the edge of a room - dressed in their everyday duds, much to my surprise. I found myself to be overdressed for the occasion. I was glad I had decided not to wear a tie.

About ten minutes or so later, after a round of talk about cars and RV's and the problems they can engender, the class began.

I rather enjoyed the Sunday School class, and I liked the fellows I met there.

Then to the Service. I like a good sermon. Contrary to most people, at least so it seems to me, I go to church to hear the preaching, not to socialize. If I had my way there would be no singing, no skits, no nothing but preaching. And don't you know, if I had my way, church would be such that no one would bother to go but me.

The services had not begun, so I perused the appointments of the lobby. I saw the standard assortment of bulletins, books, and flyers. I also observed the Easter table were there was an assortment of cookies, sugared Easter bunnies, and children running about. I appropriated more than my share of Oreos, suppressed the inevitable guilt for having done so, and wandered into the chapel.

In order to get a good view of the service, I sat in the back pew with the other folks who wanted to be as close to the door as possible. While I waited for services to begin, I scrutinized the parishioners who had come to this mementoes event. There was nothing out of the ordinary that I could see; couples, singles; and groups clustered here and there.

I also noticed that, like in the Sunday School class, and the other churches I have attended, almost nobody had Bibles. I suppose Bibles have a way of getting in the way of shaking hands and nibbling on cookies. But whatever the reason, Bibles are rare in the churches anymore. Don't get me wrong; Scripture is read, but it is read from Bibles that are secreted away behind or under the seats or pews. And even more often the Scripture is read from a bulletin or a magazine that uses some translation I am unfamiliar with. In fact when the Scripture is read I find myself frantically flipping through my Bible in order to find anything remotely similar to the verses the reader says we are to read.

I suppose this new style of Bible reading is ok, I don't know. It certainly seems acceptable to everyone else in attendance, so who am I to judge otherwise? I'm supposin' it, along with the rest of the modern church services is just another sign of the times that I am only now becoming acquainted with.

I am in the back pew. I am not alone in the back pews as it turns out. Those kids who were scurrying about and rattling on in the lobby, were scurrying about and rattling on in the back pews. This surprised me. When I was a kid in church, little kids were either in some other room during the services, or in the front row, dressed in their finest finery, pretending to pay close attention to the goings on up on the platform, and keeping their little mouths and their little hands tightly closed and in their lap. (Their mouth closed and their hands in their lap, not the other way around.) Not any more, I'm guessing, because now little kids do in church service what they would not be allowed to do in a kindergarden class, and paying no more attention to the Pastor than they do their parents who are doing nothing to quiet them down.

Oh well. I said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm glad I'm single and childless. Just a grumpy old man criticizing the now and dreaming of the past.

Service began. Well, sort of it did. I sat the Bible down that I was studying and prepared myself for a good, old-fashioned Easter sermon.

Well, don't you know, first there had to be the customary singing by the choir. So the choir sang; and they sang; and they sang; etc, etc.

Then the Pastor came to the podium. Again I sat my Bible aside and prepared myself.
Then the choir sang; and they sang; and they sang.


Again the Pastor came to the podium; only to turn his back on us and face the choir. Then the Pastor and the choir performed a skit that someone had written where they sort of enacted the crucifixion in sounds and sound effects.

This skit lasted at least as long as the singing. I looked about me to see if the congregation was as frustrated as I, but by all appearances they were content with the service being presented. The adults sat attentively, so it seemed, with their eyes turned toward the stage. Meanwhile the kids scurried and chattered away like children do at kindergarden recess, so I guess they, too, were just as pleased with the skit as they would have been a good fire and brimstone message.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not judging the quality of the skit. I wouldn't like the skit if it was an Academy Award winner. I just have never liked skits. Besides, as I said earlier, I came for a good Easter message, not a skit.

Finally the Pastor once again turned to the congregation. Once again I lay my Bible aside and prepared myself for the message.

And then the Pastor dismissed the congregation.

I was left wondering what had happened! Where was the Easter service I had prepared myself for? All these years not going to church; only to go to church - and the church was not there!

I bridled my frustration and retreated to the lobby. I grabbed a handful of Oreos to pacify my disappointment, and watched as the people streamed through the door and into the rain. I waited behind with the intent of asking the Pastor a question about the Scriptures, but after a while I ran out of cookies, and followed the stream of people into the rain.


Easter Sunday.

A sign of the times.



Quotes

"We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope." Martin Luther King, Jr.

"Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything." Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

"Burning desire to be or do something gives us staying power - a reason to get up every morning or to pick ourselves up and start in again after a disappointment" Marsha Sinetar

"What is public history but a register of the successes and disappointments, the vices, the follies and the quarrels of those who engage in contention for power" William Paley

"Disappointment is the nurse of wisdom" Bayle Roche

"Mean spirits under disappointment, like small beer in a thunderstorm, always turn sour" John Randolph

"How disappointment tracks the steps of hope" Letitia Landon

"If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment." Henry David Thoreau

"Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone." Jim Fiebig

"We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment." Jim Rohn

"Old age is not a disease - it is strength and survivorship, triumph over all kinds of vicissitudes and disappointments, trials and illnesses." Maggie Kuhn

"Suspense is worse than disappointment." Robert Burns

"I shall take all the troubles of the past, all the disappointments, all the headaches, and I shall pack them in a bag and throw them in the East River." Trygve Lie

"The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes." Thomas Hardy

"The greatness comes not when things go always good for you. But the greatness comes when you're really tested, when you take some knocks, some disappointments, when sadness comes." Richard M. Nixon

"Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience and we soon shall see them in their proper figures." Joseph Addison

"Trials, temptations, disappointments - all these are helps instead of hindrances, if one uses them rightly. They not only test the fiber of character but strengthen it. Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy." James Buckham

"The misery of the middle-aged woman is a gray and hopeless thing, born of having nothing to live for, of disappointment and resentment at having been gypped by consumer society, and surviving merely to be the butt of its unthinking scorn." Germaine Greer

"Hope is tomorrow's veneer over today's disappointment." Evan Esar

"How disappointment tracks the steps of hope." Letitia Landon

"Ambition has its disappointments to sour us, but never the good fortune to satisfy us. Its appetite grows keener by indulgence and all we can gratify it with at present serves but the more to inflame its insatiable desires." Benjamin Franklin

"If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment." Henry David Thoreau

"Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises, and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despair most fits." William Shakespeare

"Anytime you suffer a setback or disappointment, put your head down and plow ahead." Les Brown

"Anytime I am looking to somebody else as my source, I'm coming from scarcity. I am no longer trusting God, or the Universe, for my harvest. It's reasonable for me to have expectations based on what somebody I trust has committed to. And it's natural for me to feel disappointed when that somebody doesn't come through. But when I feel more than disappointment, when I also feel anger, it's because I deviated from my truth. It's because I compromised my truth to get what somebody else promised. Because when I'm really following my truth, I will be at peace with the consequences -- whatever they are. I can accept somebody else's truth, but I must live my own truth. And sometimes that means walking away from a relationship." Jan Denise

"Awake, thou wintry earth-- Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth Your ancient gladness! Christ is risen." Thomas Blackburn

"Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer; Death is strong, but Life is stronger; Stronger than the dark, the light; Stronger than the wrong, the right; Faith and Hope triumphant say Christ will rise on Easter Day." Phillips Brooks, D.D.

"Hail, Day of days! in peals of praise Throughout all ages owned, When Christ, our God, hell's empire trod, And high o'er heaven was throned." Fortunatus

"Come, ye saints, look here and wonder, See the place where Jesus lay; He has burst His bands asunder; He has borne our sins away; Joyful tidings, Yes, the Lord has risen to-day." Thomas Kelly

"'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born! That Pentecost when utterance clear To all men shall be given, When all shall say My Brother here, And hear My Son in heaven!" James Russell Lowell

"In the bonds of Death He lay Who for our offence was slain; But the Lord is risen to-day, Christ hath brought us life again, Wherefore let us all rejoice, Singing loud, with cheerful voice," Hallelujah! Martin Luther

"Hallelujah! Hallelujah! On the third morning He arose, Bright with victory o'er his foes. Sing we lauding, And applauding, Hallelujah!" John Mason Neale

"I think of the garden after the rain; And hope to my heart comes singing, "At morn the cherry-blooms will be white, And the Easter bells be ringing!" Edna Dean Procter

"The fasts are done; the Aves said; The moon has filled her horn And in the solemn night I watch Before the Easter morn. So pure, so still the starry heaven, So hushed the brooding air, I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings If one should earthward fare." Edna Dean Procter

"Spring bursts to-day, For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play." Christina G. Rossetti

"God expects from men something more than at such times, and that it were much to be wished for the credit of their religion as well as the satisfaction of their conscience that their Easter devotions would in some measure come up to their Easter dress." Bishop Robert South

"Christ is our Passover! And we will keep the feast With the new leaven, The bread of heaven: All welcome, even the least!" Dr. A.R. Thompson

"Christ the Lord is risen to-day," Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply." Charles Wesley

Matthew 28
1In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. 2And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. 3His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: 4And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. 5And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. 6He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. 7And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. 8And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. 9And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. 10Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me.

Mark 16
1And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint him. 2And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. 3And they said among themselves, Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? 4And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great. 5And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. 6And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him. 7But go your way, tell his disciples and Peter that he goeth before you into Galilee: there shall ye see him, as he said unto you. 8And they went out quickly, and fled from the sepulchre; for they trembled and were amazed: neither said they any thing to any man; for they were afraid.
9Now when Jesus was risen early the first day of the week, he appeared first to Mary Magdalene, out of whom he had cast seven devils. 10And she went and told them that had been with him, as they mourned and wept. 11And they, when they had heard that he was alive, and had been seen of her, believed not. 12After that he appeared in another form unto two of them, as they walked, and went into the country. 13And they went and told it unto the residue: neither believed they them.

Luke 24
1Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. 2And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. 3And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. 4And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: 5And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead? 6He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee, 7Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again. 8And they remembered his words, 9And returned from the sepulchre, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest. 10It was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James, and other women that were with them, which told these things unto the apostles. 11And their words seemed to them as idle tales, and they believed them not. 12Then arose Peter, and ran unto the sepulchre; and stooping down, he beheld the linen clothes laid by themselves, and departed, wondering in himself at that which was come to pass.

John 20
1The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre. 2Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them, They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him. 3Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulchre. 4So they ran both together: and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came first to the sepulchre. 5And he stooping down, and looking in, saw the linen clothes lying; yet went he not in. 6Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, 7And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself. 8Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed. 9For as yet they knew not the scripture, that he must rise again from the dead. 10Then the disciples went away again unto their own home.
11But Mary stood without at the sepulchre weeping: and as she wept, she stooped down, and looked into the sepulchre, 12And seeth two angels in white sitting, the one at the head, and the other at the feet, where the body of Jesus had lain. 13And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him. 14And when she had thus said, she turned herself back, and saw Jesus standing, and knew not that it was Jesus. 15Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away. 16Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master. 17Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God. 18Mary Magdalene came and told the disciples that she had seen the Lord, and that he had spoken these things unto her.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

$64 Question

The $64 Question
*
12Now the brother shall betray the brother to death, and the father the son; and children shall rise up against their parents, and shall cause them to be put to death. (Mark 13:)


How many of you are old enough to remember when the $64 question was a big event? Remember how excited the contestants were to finish in the "big money"?

How times have changed. Sixty-four dollars wouldn't even pay for the gas it takes to get to the studios where prizes are given away.

Gas was 19¢ a gallon as I recall; but if you drove an old clunker like I did you had to pay 10¢ a quart for a can of someone's old throwaway oil recanned and called "reclaimed oil" because the crankcase leaked so badly. Now gas is well over $3 a gallon, and from what the experts say, it should reach $4 a gallon before the year is out. And as for reclaimed oil? If you want it you had best can it yourself. Not that the lack of reclaimed oil is a bad thing, only that oil prices are raising right along side gas prices.

Speaking of prices raising, I had an interesting enlightenment from the postman today. I received my bill for my Post Office box, one of those tiny boxes that two letters and a circular has to be crammed into. Last year the rent was $26 for the year. This year it's $36! That's quite a jump, wouldn't you say? I asked about this, and found that Post Office box rental is not rental as we know it, it's real estate. That's right, real estate.

There has been a building boom going on the past couple years, especially here. Because of this boom, prices have gone through the roof, as they say. And that is a bad thing, because who can afford to repair a roof these days? Building materials have gone up 10 times what they were 5 years ago. Trying to make a simple repair yourself will cost your first born, and to pay someone else to do the job will cost your second born as well.

Luckily I got my piece of terra firma just a few months before people went crazy and decided to spend more dollars than they had sense for property that was already overpriced; over and over priced in fact. Those who bought at top dollar can't afford to live here, and they can't sell their property in order to move out because the bottom fell out of the property market, and the economy is so bad (I know, not according to the politicians in office, but then the economy is always good for them) that no one can afford to buy even a cheap house if there were such a thing available.

Elsewhere I spoke about this little tourist town, how it seems to think (I should say the Mayor and the city council thinks) it is Manhattan and has fallen sway to the contractors and the speculators who sell them on more and more building. It is said that the fire department only has ladders that will reach the second floor of a building, and has warned against allowing buildings higher than two stories. Well, who pays attention to logic and rules anyway? Certainly not city officials. Amidst the quaint 100 year old style buildings in Old Town, tourist trade being the only source of revenue this towns has, there stands overshadowing the town several three story condos selling for $500,000 to $600,000 a piece. Keep in mind, we're talking 2 bedroom apartments here.

I know, you can spend that kind of money for a condo in Palm Beach or San Francisco. But in almost any other city there are jobs, some places to go, some things to see, and a hospital that doesn't have the worst record possible.

This town is a summer resort town that has no sun in the summer. Nor does it have a beach that you can visit without a jacket but two or three days a year. Folks who buy here (most) come for the summer, then retreat to their winter retreat just as quick as they can. During the summer months its hard to cross the street because of all the 60 foot monster RV's pulling tow cars and driven by 80 year old half-blind Grannies. To see these huge rigs with the top of cottonball heads peering over the dash board is frightening. And considering that I am a bicycle rider....!

[I know, you're a hundred years old and just as sharp as you were when you were a teenager, you drive a big rig, and you've never had an accident. But you've also seen what I have and know not everybody should be on the road. I'm a cottonball head myself, and I drive, so I'm not condemning cottonball heads to a highwayless hell. But there are those like my father who was blind as a bat and still driving a truck hauling long RV trailers across country. You wouldn't want to be on any road he was on! After a very long time of this they finally pulled his license, and was he mad!]

These rolling behemoths make me think of another area of discontent in our generation. It has been but a very few years ago when elderly ladies and gentlemen, after retiring from work, and sending their children into the battlefield of the World, sold their big house and settled into a small cottage to raise flowers and rutabagas. Their purpose was to alleviate stress, live well within their means (which also relieved stress), and to build up a small nest egg that they could leave to their progeny.

It has now become the fashion to retire into, not one but two, huge mansions on opposite ends of the country, and to travel from one to another in rigs that dwarf Mac trucks, and have absolutely no resale value whatsoever.

All of this on money that doesn't exist, and never will exist, causing their children to try and sort out the problems their parents have created, and worry about how they are going to deal with all the influx of bills and demands placed upon them.

And who benefits from all this tomfoolery, that is besides the real estate company, the credit card company, the tax collector and the RV manufacturer? Why the doctors and the therapists these elderly people had to visit because of the stress they were experiencing, and that the children are now experiencing because of the "inheritance" they have inherited.

But it's not only bills and stress we are leaving to our next generation, who we supposedly care so much about and "sacrifice" for. No indeed. We are leaving them Global Warming, polluted air, water that is undrinkable, forests barren of trees, land that is worn out and poisoned with chemicals, food that is not much more than plastic, diseases that defy cure, and the very possible end of the world.

And are these highly blessed children thankful for all they have been given?

Certainly not.

Three story buildings I was talking about. Three story condos that are built, and some still in the process of being built - and there is no market for property any more, especially in this town. Now, tell me, what do you think is going to happen to these condos?

Wait? Did I say three story condos? Well, I watched one going up, right behind a three story condo that had recently been completed, and it just kept going up! Now we have the ugliest four story building taking up a full city block I have ever seen. Sixty units. Count them on your fingers, use your toes if you have to. Sixty units costing $500,000 to $600,000 a piece, uncompleted, in a town that most people want to get out of and can't, and at a time when there is no market for real estate.

Correction. There is a market for real estate, and it's real estate I am renting. Not my home, I own that. But my Post Office box.

Real Estate prices go up, my Post Office box goes up. But what happens now that Real Estate prices are going down? Does my rent go down? Do property taxes go down, that has also been raised because of the inflated prices? Make a guess. I'll give you three guess, and the first four guesses don't count.

Signs of the times. How did I get off on to Real Estate? After all, the high cost of Real Estate surely has nothing to do with the signs of the times, does it? This is nothing new; after all, I recall the history books talking about another time such things happened in this century: the mid to late 1920's as I recall, but don't quote me on that.

It was 64 dollars I was talking about. A time when 64 dollars was considered a lot of money and people were thrilled to get that much.

I don't gamble. It's not that I condemn gambling. It's not that I don't have the money, even though I don't. It's because I have an obsessive-compulsive personality and I know better than to start anything that I will regret when that thing overtakes me. But I know there are a lot of people who do gamble. Some gamble at the races, some at the tables in Reno, and some on Indian Reservations, and especially many gamble at the lottery. [By the way, isn't it interesting that things the Government considers illegal isn't illegal if the Government deems it legal to do those illegal things that the Government can collect taxes for?] And apparently, the biggest money comes with the greatest risk, and that is with the lottery. But the lottery is making millionaires and multimillionaires by the droves. The distance between the rich and the poor is widening vastly and quickly because of the lottery.

And not only the lottery, but another form of gambling is helping to make the poor rich, and the rich jealous. The Stock Market.

Like the Real Estate market, that the bottom has fallen out of and people are not only losing their shirt, but their pants and socks as well, the Stock Market is a basket of eggs. Eggs may hold a person's weight for some time, but when they give way, they can make an awful mess.


My father worked for 35¢ a day digging graves, and considered himself lucky to be working at all. I fared much better; I made 75¢ an hour as a stock clerk for Woolworths. Of course at that time I was only paying $75 a month for a tiny apartment overlooking Santa Barbara, and gas was only 19¢ a gallon, and a candy bar was merely a nickel. It was a time when just about anyone would stoop to pick up a dime laying on the sidewalk.

I grew up in a barn. And by the way, that old saw: "Close the door, were you born in a barn?" doesn't ring true. Believe me, people who live in barns are a lot more likely to close a door than those wealthy enough to have been living in houses all their life. My father converted that barn (at least sorta he did, it was never ever finished), into a living quarters for his family. And were we appreciative of his efforts? Not on your life. We felt deprived and cheated as we looked at our neighbors who lived in regular houses. Even the ultra-poor people who lived behind us across the alley lived in a regular house, though not much more than a cracker-box of one.

$64 dollars. In those days $64 meant something. One thing it meant was $64 dollars. Now $64 will hardly pay for a couple week's worth of cigarettes (which, by the way, cost $2.50 a carton when I was young) or a couple pint bottles of filtered water a day.

But not being able to buy stuff with $64 is not the greatest problem with the degradation of money. There's another factor that is even more significant than that. It's the lack of appreciation of what one has and what one receives that is the biggest tragedy. We are never satisfied. Whatever we have, we want more of. And not just more, but more than anybody else has.

When did this start? I mean, when did we people take on the attitude that we must have more and bigger and better than our neighbor?

I suppose it's always been that way. Adam and Eve wanted more than they had or was allowed and given, and that was their downfall. And we know Cain was so envious of his brother that he rose up and slew him.

But surely such an attitude was not the accepted norm as it is today. The media, the talk on the street, and even the schools teach that we should get all the "gusto" life can possibly give us. Is there a time we can look back on, at least a time that effects this generation, and see what caused this attitude of wanting more than we have or that we can afford?

I think there is.

Before World War Two very few people had anything at all. Jobs were scarce, and kids (boys particularly) were essentially kicked out of their homes because the parents couldn't afford to feed all the family - if the father was so fortunate as to have a job.

The war changed all that. There was work for everybody. For the men there was work as soldiers at war. For the women there was the welding and riveting of bombers and battleships. Everybody worked. Even small children were encouraged to work, even if it was just picking up newspapers, collecting lard, or scrounging up scrap metal for the war effort. Everything and everybody was definitely needed, and was made to feel like they were an important part of their country's endeavor.

Here in the US of A we had another advantage that the rest of the world did not. We weren't dodging bullets. Just about everywhere else it was a daily routine to watch for enemy fighter planes and to scramble into bomb shelters, only to emerge to find yet another building destroyed and in flames. Meanwhile we Americans were using our new-found money and motivation to create. And what did we create? Things. Lots of things. Originally those things were designed to provide freedom for the poor mother who spent here evenings cleaning up the house, and her days behind a riveting gun. Dish washers and dryers, refrigerators instead of ice boxes, garbage disposals and indoor toilets were becoming all the rage.

And although new cars were being displayed in ads, there were few if any to be found because all metal, rubber and machinery was used in the war effort.

While women wore overalls and held welding torches, fashion did not fall to the wayside. There were still those with money to burn who wanted to look good while they burnt it. For these the fashion magazines sported the newest elegance in effort to entice the rich to cast some of that singed money their way.

Overseas, while folks hid from enemy soldier's rockets and dive bombers, they saw the magazines and the catalogs we Americans produced, and assumed that all Americans wore furs, fancy clothes and attended concerts every night. Those people overseas were not the only ones who looked on with envy at those who had. So did the have-not but wish they had's of the USA.


After the war, thousands of ex GI's were released from the service to enjoy that which they had fought for. Thousands upon thousands of young men flooded the land.

What to do with a sudden onslaught of high strung, ambitious youths ready to make a go of their new-found freedom. Where to live, where to work, how to support a family?

Towns sprung up throughout the nation, all looking exactly like all the other new towns. Everything looked the same in every neighborhood. People were content to have a decent roof over their head and food on their table.

And this lasted, oh, maybe a few weeks.

Then the Jones' moved in next door. And the Jones', don't you know, had a new car. Newer than yours.

Then TV came out. The picture was lousy, hardly visible on the 9" screen, but to be anybody at all, you had to have one.

The $64 question.

The US is good about "helping" other countries. One thing other nations lacked was envy. To solve this problem, we provided a certain number of rice pickers in China with a car, TV and a decent crackerbox to live in. Before this every rice picker had just what every other rice picker had. No difference, no Jones', no envy.

Now the world wants what they don't have, and they want more of what they don't have than anyone else has or doesn't have. No one is content with what they have, except those who have given up what they had and choose to live with as little as possible.

We are in a mad rush to fall over a cliff into oblivion, and now there is no way to stop it. The world is like lemmings on their way to the sea. The only option any one of us has is to step out of the crowd and reevaluate that which we have.

It's a sign of the times.


References

"The study of economy usually shows us that the best time for purchase was last year." Woody Allen

"The trouble with a budget is that it's hard to fill up one hole without digging another." Marleen Dan Bennett

"Economy is a way of spending money without getting any pleasure out of it." Armand Salacrou

"Nothing is cheap which is superfluous, for what one does not need, is dear at a penny." Plutarch

"A penny saved is two pence clear, A pin a day's a groat a year." Benjamin Franklin

"The world abhors closeness, and all but admires extravagance; yet a slack hand shows weakness, and a tight hand strength." Thomas Fowell Buxton

"Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest." William Shakespeare

"It is of no small commendation to manage a little well. To live well in abundance is the praise of the estate, not of the person. I will study more how to give a good account of my little, than how to make it more." Joseph Hall

"Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship." Benjamin Franklin

"Ere you consult your fancy, consult your purse." Benjamin Franklin

"The man who will live above his present circumstances, is in great danger of soon living beneath them; or as the Italian proverb says, 'The man that lives by hope, will die by despair'." Joseph Addison

"Economy is for the poor; the rich may dispense with it." Christian Nestell Bovee

"Without economy none can be rich, and with it few will be poor." Samuel Johnson

"I place economy among the first and most important virtues, and public debt as the greatest of dangers ." Thomas Jefferson

"Let honesty and industry be thy constant companions, and spend one penny less than thy clear gains; then shall thy pocket begin to thrive; creditors will not insult, nor want oppress, nor hungerness bite, nor nakedness freeze thee." Benjamin Franklin

"There can be no economy where there is no efficiency." Beaconsfield

"He who will not economize will have to agonize." Confucius

5And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. 6And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and see thou hurt not the oil and the wine. (Rev 6:)

5Thus saith the Lord GOD; This is Jerusalem: I have set it in the midst of the nations and countries that are round about her. 6And she hath changed my judgments into wickedness more than the nations, and my statutes more than the countries that are round about her: for they have refused my judgments and my statutes, they have not walked in them. 7Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Because ye multiplied more than the nations that are round about you, and have not walked in my statutes, neither have kept my judgments, neither have done according to the judgments of the nations that are round about you; 8Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I, even I, am against thee, and will execute judgments in the midst of thee in the sight of the nations. 9And I will do in thee that which I have not done, and whereunto I will not do any more the like, because of all thine abominations. 10Therefore the fathers shall eat the sons in the midst of thee, and the sons shall eat their fathers; and I will execute judgments in thee, and the whole remnant of thee will I scatter into all the winds. (Ezek 12:)

24And it came to pass after this, that Benhadad king of Syria gathered all his host, and went up, and besieged Samaria. 25And there was a great famine in Samaria: and, behold, they besieged it, until an ass's head was sold for fourscore pieces of silver, and the fourth part of a cab of dove's dung for five pieces of silver. 26And as the king of Israel was passing by upon the wall, there cried a woman unto him, saying, Help, my lord, O king. 27And he said, If the LORD do not help thee, whence shall I help thee? out of the barnfloor, or out of the winepress? 28And the king said unto her, What aileth thee? And she answered, This woman said unto me, Give thy son, that we may eat him to day, and we will eat my son to morrow. 29So we boiled my son, and did eat him: and I said unto her on the next day, Give thy son, that we may eat him: and she hath hid her son. 30And it came to pass, when the king heard the words of the woman, that he rent his clothes; and he passed by upon the wall, and the people looked, and, behold, he had sackcloth within upon his flesh. 31Then he said, God do so and more also to me, if the head of Elisha the son of Shaphat shall stand on him this day. 32But Elisha sat in his house, and the elders sat with him; and the king sent a man from before him: but ere the messenger came to him, he said to the elders, See ye how this son of a murderer hath sent to take away mine head? look, when the messenger cometh, shut the door, and hold him fast at the door: is not the sound of his master's feet behind him? 33And while he yet talked with them, behold, the messenger came down unto him: and he said, Behold, this evil is of the LORD; what should I wait for the LORD any longer? (1Kings 6:)

2And go forth unto the valley of the son of Hinnom, which is by the entry of the east gate, and proclaim there the words that I shall tell thee, 3And say, Hear ye the word of the LORD, O kings of Judah, and inhabitants of Jerusalem; Thus saith the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel; Behold, I will bring evil upon this place, the which whosoever heareth, his ears shall tingle. 4Because they have forsaken me, and have estranged this place, and have burned incense in it unto other gods, whom neither they nor their fathers have known, nor the kings of Judah, and have filled this place with the blood of innocents; 5They have built also the high places of Baal, to burn their sons with fire for burnt offerings unto Baal, which I commanded not, nor spake it, neither came it into my mind: 6Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that this place shall no more be called Tophet, nor The valley of the son of Hinnom, but The valley of slaughter. 7And I will make void the counsel of Judah and Jerusalem in this place; and I will cause them to fall by the sword before their enemies, and by the hands of them that seek their lives: and their carcases will I give to be meat for the fowls of the heaven, and for the beasts of the earth. 8And I will make this city desolate, and an hissing; every one that passeth thereby shall be astonished and hiss because of all the plagues thereof. 9And I will cause them to eat the flesh of their sons and the flesh of their daughters, and they shall eat every one the flesh of his friend in the siege and straitness, wherewith their enemies, and they that seek their lives, shall straiten them. (Jer 19:)

11Behold, the days come, saith the Lord GOD, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the LORD: 12And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall run to and fro to seek the word of the LORD, and shall not find it. (Amos 8:)

16And he spake a parable unto them, saying, The ground of a certain rich man brought forth plentifully: 17And he thought within himself, saying, What shall I do, because I have no room where to bestow my fruits? 18And he said, This will I do: I will pull down my barns, and build greater; and there will I bestow all my fruits and my goods. 19And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry. 20But God said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided? 21So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God. (Rev 12:)

6But godliness with contentment is great gain. 7For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. 8And having food and raiment let us be therewith content. 9But they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and hurtful lusts, which drown men in destruction and perdition. 10For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. 11But thou, O man of God, flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness. 12Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art also called, and hast professed a good profession before many witnesses. (1Tim:)

4And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. 5For many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and shall deceive many. 6And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet. 7For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. 8All these are the beginning of sorrows. 9Then shall they deliver you up to be afflicted, and shall kill you: and ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake. 10And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another. 11And many false prophets shall rise, and shall deceive many. 12And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. 13But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved. 14And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a witness unto all nations; and then shall the end come.. (Mat 24