Nosmo King
Gold Member
Yesterday we saw the first measurable snow of the season. It was wet, sloppy and made slush out of itself within a minute of hitting the ground. It was wonderful to see it fall and sometimes stick to noses and eyelashes, or so said Oscar Hammerstein. It made everything on lawns white and even. It acted in the best attribute of snow; it makes a marvelous sound insulator. The local bumpkins with poor mufflers could not rumble by making a grand din because of the insulating snowfall. It proved that God's plan for us contains bitter and sweet, and His plan is infallible.
But today...
Have you ever thought of the possibility that our universe is, in reality, just an apple seed inside one apple and one apple tree in a vast apple orchard in some other universe? And then you realize that our apple is falling! And it has been falling for a million years and today is the day it will finally hit the frozen ground in the winter of that other, vaster universe. And when it hits, it splits open, exposed and vulnerable beneath our particular apple tree. And along comes a black bear and it gobbles us up so we are swallowed into the black pit of that bear.
That's what Tuesday felt like.
I went from the comfort of God's great plan to atheistic nihilism. Fall can be a powerful season.
The temperatures barely made it over 20 today. My trusty car failed to start after work, succumbed by a dead battery. My Sister-in-Law's birthday is Thursday and I have yet to get a gift for her. And now my gift budget will get rocked by $100 after I buy a new battery.
And so, I adopt he Scarlet O'Hara philosophy: I'll worry about it tomorrow for, after all, tomorrow is another day!
But today...
Have you ever thought of the possibility that our universe is, in reality, just an apple seed inside one apple and one apple tree in a vast apple orchard in some other universe? And then you realize that our apple is falling! And it has been falling for a million years and today is the day it will finally hit the frozen ground in the winter of that other, vaster universe. And when it hits, it splits open, exposed and vulnerable beneath our particular apple tree. And along comes a black bear and it gobbles us up so we are swallowed into the black pit of that bear.
That's what Tuesday felt like.
I went from the comfort of God's great plan to atheistic nihilism. Fall can be a powerful season.
The temperatures barely made it over 20 today. My trusty car failed to start after work, succumbed by a dead battery. My Sister-in-Law's birthday is Thursday and I have yet to get a gift for her. And now my gift budget will get rocked by $100 after I buy a new battery.
And so, I adopt he Scarlet O'Hara philosophy: I'll worry about it tomorrow for, after all, tomorrow is another day!