With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I enjoy paying taxes. With them I buy civilization.
September 11, 2006 - 11:40 a.m.
This is the first entry I'm writing from my office this semester. Lets see if I can remember what happened yesterday.
I went to the Met game, the weather was perfect but not much else. Larry didn't go and Alan didn't really want to be there. He was listening to the Jet game on the radio the whole time and left early. I left early too, a half hour after Alan. The Mets were killed, 9-1 and I wanted to get to my mother.
Before I left I almost got into a fight. The guy next to me gave the beer vender a hard time for asking for ID. He drank quite a bit during the game. These were not good omens. After the sixth inning he stood up. He didn't sit down again when the bottom of the seventh started. People behind him started shouting, “Down in front!” He didn’t seem to notice so I politely said, “the people behind you would like for you to sit down; you are blocking their view.” He lashed out at me “Don’t tell me what to do!” He got all worked up and wouldn’t let go. I did something stupid. I said, again very politely, “I’m sorry; I thought you were a considerate person and just didn’t realize you were blocking people’s view.” He lashed out again and I said something really stupid; “Again I’m sorry, if I knew you were an inconsiderate creep I wouldn’t have said anything.” He didn’t even seem to notice that. After some more muttering and stomping around he sat down. Have I mentioned that I hate being around drunks?
My visit to my mother wasn’t very satisfying. She pretty much slept the entire time. I couldn’t get her awake enough to really interact with me.
The best thing last night was that I got to talk to LORi even though she is allergic to me. Apparently I give her hives. She could at least give me some of the honey the bees make.
In case you have been living in a cave the last 5 years today is 9/11, the fifth anniversary of the attacks. I had exactly the same routine today as I had that day. I took the same train and taught in the same classroom.
I’m not going to say much more about it. It is really easy to get reverential, or angry, or maudlin; but really hard to say something substantial.
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