Memories with Red

For those of us who live in Northern New England and are old enough to have an idea what a "Work Ethic" really is and remember the proper uses for a good roll of Duct Tape was "The Red Green Show." where Steven Smith plays a character, "Red Green"  while entertaining us with his Almost eerie rendition of the Northern New England middle aged man.  The Master of Duct Tape stating a phrase that has been misused for years in regards to the Black Bear, " Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati, "When all else fails, Play Dead."  Which brings us to the proper many uses for Duct tape.  There was one use on the show that actually works.  The repair of a flat tire.  Genius, pure.  

Ole Red and is nephew Harold complete with a plethora of strange friends so closely resemble the Men of Northern New Hampshire that the universe eventually has some almost intelligence guided force behind the quasi Latin phrase.  Should we play dead when confronted with a black bear?  NO, but make sure you have Duct Tape in your back Pack.  

For those of us that are married and know that look we tend to generate from our wives and the wrath that can follow I share the Man's Prayer, "I'm a Man, but I can change, if I have to, I guess."  Amen.  

So now I go the Google and search out episodes of "The Red Green Show."  to nostalgically remember what it means to be the American Male."  After 14 years on PBS (1991 - 2006)  there are lots of shows to relive...

Peace and Balance,

John

The Great Thing.

 

Imagine if you will a super intelligence.  One that is so large that everything else revolves around it.  This intelligence, responsible for all things we know or can imagine, is not an entity, it is not a sentience, it is not an alien of higher intelligence than our own, or a group of such, it just is.  To give this intelligence an identity does it no justice. To call it God is to diminish it to our small understandings of godhood.  As soon as an identity is put on something that something is confined to the process of the identity.  This intelligence may or may not be aware of any other, nor would it likely care. 

Imagine if you will this intelligence breathing in and out the stuff of the void.  Each breath in and out causes great change to the inner and outer workings of the space occupied, or not by that intelligence.  How can we give such a thing the confine of space or time, how can we presume to understand?

Imagine such a thing, how can we?  All we can do rationally is imagine us as nothing but a cell or piece of a  cell occupying a non-understandable thing.  If that does any justice to the imagining.  This Great Thing would be of all things, and we would be insignificant.  

Peace and Balance,

John