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.
February 12, 2003 - 10:32 a.m.
I’m running into a boring stretch of my life it seems. I’m not doing anything interesting to write about. Let me see, since my last update I talked to Carey and Leah on the phone. Of course I talk to them every day. I took the train home. I went out to buy milk and mail letters. I bought a Mega Millions ticket. I didn’t win Mega Millions. I graded a quiz. The class did great, 2.8 out of three. Too bad six people I didn’t include in the average got zeros for being late or absent. I ate, I watched TV, and I read. I guess I could end the entry right here. No such luck. You know I’m much too verbose for that.
I’m really getting into Scaramouche. I knew that Andre-Louis Moreau, the protagonist, became an actor but I didn’t know it was in the Commedia Del Arte. I wonder if he knows Clem? I found some lines in it that belong here. But I like my madness. There is a thrill in it unknown to sanity such as yours.
While I was talking to Carey we cracked each other up as is our wont. I said that we should go on the stage. She said that nobody else thinks we are funny. We often have that exchange. The thing is I think we are funny. When I’m with Carey I don’t just feel funnier, I become funnier. I wouldn’t know if she becomes funnier too since I obviously never see her when I’m not around. That is the thing about friends though, they don’t just make us feel better about ourselves, they actually inspire us to become better people. It isn’t just Carey, it’s all my friends. Different friends enhance different virtues at different times. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe it’s all subjective. But I think not. That is a big part of collaborating. Paul McCartney and John Lennon, shared songwriting credit on all their songs they wrote for the Beatles. (Is someone going to tell me there is some song they didn’t share credit on?). They didn’t really write together though. Each one would write the song by himself then play it for the other one. Each song was the fruit of only one of their minds. Yet they are better than the songs they wrote in their solo careers? Why? It is because the inspired each other. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been having trouble writing lately. I haven’t been spending enough time with friends. I need them to make me smarter, kinder, and of course funnier.
I have to give some credit to one of my elementary school teachers in this entry. I don’t remember which one it was but she said when stating opinions never start a sentence with “I think” or “in my opinion.” Who else’s opinion would you be stating? I went over this entry and removed an obscene number of I thinks.
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 License. Horvendile February 12, 2003
