The Perfect Human

Has anyone reading this blog ever read the book Sophie's World, by Jostein Gaarder? If not, it's not too late to pick the book up and read along with me. I'm only on page 88. It would make great discussion material, as long as you're not extremely educated in philosophy, because if you were, you might find discussion with a novice very boring. It would be like me - who majored in math in college - trying to discuss basic arithmetic with someone. Although, to me all math is interesting, even basic addition, so I wouldn't have a problem with it.

I've just come to some paragraphs about Plato's world of ideas. I'm sure I could get more information on it by reading a more detailed book, but that would defeat the purpose of reading an introductory level book. I have never had a course in philosophy, so please forgive my ignorance. Anyway, back to the world of ideas. The author uses a great metaphor for this - cookie molds! The cookie mold is perfect, the cookie is not. There is one cookie mold, but possibly hundreds of imperfect cookies made with the mold. The mold would exist in the world of ideas, since it is perfect. This subject had me thinking about what a perfect human would be like. We can not imagine it here in the world of the senses, but can come close. Sure, there would be two arms and two legs, a head, lungs, eyes, ears, mouth, etc., but what personality traits do you think should belong to the perfect human? What behavior traits? What does your reason tell you about a perfect human?

There are no right or wrong answers. I'm just trying to get your thoughts on what a perfect human might be like.

Just A Few Short Videos

These are a few of the videos I watched today on YouTube. I thought it was worth placing them on my blog. Enjoy.




I am thinking about giving whirling a try. Ever since I've had a mystical experience or two, I seem to be on a one-track mind. I want more and more of them. Maybe it can be dangerously like a drug, but I don't see what could be wrong with becoming addicted to the divine. It looks possible that I could have a mystical experience if I give whirling a try.





Father Peter Bowes is someone I read on the Internet from time-to-time. He appears to be a cool guy, because although he is Christian, he seems open to other religions. He is, after all, a mystic, and there are mystical from all or most religions. Mysticism is about a personal experience with the Universe, or if you like, call it "God". Lately, I've been feeling more and more like calling it "God", but I usually don't like to label anything. It's why I wouldn't label myself as following any type of religion, although I will admit that it might be comforting to say I belong somewhere.

If you'd like to read more of Father Bowes's writings, visit his blog at http://www.themysticalpath.blogspot.com/

One Plus One is One!

One and one does not two make,
But one and one make One!
This is the mathematics of the divine!
Use your heart to calculate and you too will see,
So come along and make One with me!

Drunk and in Love

Sweet wine, o delicious sweet wine,
I drink of you and I become intoxicated.
Hot flame, o flickering hot flame,
I dance with you and I am burned.
In my drunkeness and melting into you,
I do not complain. I praise you,
And become your lover.

Bigger and Better and Everlasting

One drop could easily evaporate, but in merging with the ocean, it becomes eternal.

Little Bee

Like a flower attracts the bee,
You draw me ever nearer.
Your nectar is sweet;
One taste and I became addicted.

You Are

You are the breath in my lungs,
The blood in my veins.
Above and beyond all this,
You are the love in my heart.

Dream Date July 3, 2007 and Dreamku

I had a dream last night. It's the first dream I have remembered in a long time. My cousin, Sarah, threw a party for me. This was a memorable dream because I remember becoming all choked-up that someone loved me enough to throw a party for me. In real life, I have no contact with my cousins, or really anyone from my mother's side of the family. Also, it's not like I'm unloved. I am very easy to get along with. That is what many of my co-workers have told me. Maybe this dream is a metaphor for the love that exists in the universe.

It was my birthday
You threw a party for me
And made me feel loved

My New Friend

Last Monday, June 25th, we were taking a walk at work when this flea-ridden creature was sitting by the guard's shack taking a nice little scratch at himself. The guard of the building I work in kept trying to "shoo" him away. I, however, instantly befriended him. He needed some work done at the vet's, like being neutered and dewormed, but he is a very adorable little beagle who has found out at four or five years of age that he loves humans. When I found him he was starved and hadn't yet been neutered, and didn't even have a collar with a name tag on, so I knew he was not well cared for. He still needs a lot of work, like obedience training which will start July 11th, but he has captured my heart. He is my new little four-legged friend. This now makes number five. It started in 1998, and I don't see any end in sight. Meet "Peabody", the beagle:


My husband chose the name, using the name of the little beagle dog as seen in the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons, "Mr. Peabody".

To Someone Special

It makes you uncomfortable when I say you're my best friend.
You don't think you deserve the title.
You sit, still and quiet, patiently watching time.
I fidget and talk about everything from the sun rising to the birds' chirping.
Sometimes I think my constant chatter drives you to the brink of exhaustion,
And that is when you go into hiding.
Together we spend life, with me talking about the sun rising and the birds chirping, and you sitting quietly watching time.