A Trick Question Noted, And A Bonus Dialog

 

I was just thinking about how framing a question can frame perception.

When they ask, “when does life begin,” that suggests that there was a time before life when there was no life, for an individual in this case. The question causes you to focus on one theoretical infant.

The question closes off the idea that life was there already, in the mother and father, and that it continues as a result of conception. If there had been no life already, the infant could not suddenly just begin to exist on his own. The idea is nonsense.

Of course, I’m talking about physical life on the surface of this planet.

However, it’s not a bad metaphor in the world of spirit.

That life is like an endless, beginningless, ocean that permeates all of time and space and matter. It runs through all.

When we are sad or in pain we tend to focus on the metaphor rather than the ultimate reality, just when we should be looking “up” to the mountain of God.

Just a thought or two.

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A Silly Dialog At Night On The Back Porch

S. “I hear something out there.” Her eyes stare out into the night through the glass.

W. “Now, that’s a surprise sister.”

S. “No! Listen. On the porch. Clicky claws….oooo!” W. yawns.

W. “You make me hungry. I wonder if I ate it all already.”

S. Runs into the bedroom and launches up onto PB. Stares into the darkness. “Hey!” Runs back into the kitchen, tail on fire.

W. “Nothing left but the crunchy stuff.”

S. “Would you stop eating for a minute and pay attention. This could be real bad! I heard a loud thump!”

W. Stops chewing. Listens. Goes back to chewing. “There’s a dog upstairs. Remember?” (talking with food in his mouth, for goodness sakes)

S. “Yes, yes, I know. But this was outdoors. Maybe it’s one of those big hairy men that come around after dark and hit things!”

W. “That’s just a human folk story Susan. Don’t worry about it. A fantasy can’t break into the house.”

W. “Look, isn’t there a mouse around here somewhere? How about a mouse? Real blood and whiskers, Suzy!”

S. “Nah. I did that already. I haven’t seen a mouse in a year. Maybe we should wake her up!”

W. “She’s awake. Are you kidding? Do you any idea what you sound like pingponging around in here?”

S. “What if he burrows into the basement and comes up the stairs into the kitchen and we didn’t let them know, when we knew and we did nothing!! It would be our fault!”

W. “Let’s just say, for the hell of it, that did happen? We could get out of the house. Think about that.”

S. “Mmm. There is that Willie. There is that.

S. and W. wait, crouched on the back porch, the call of freedom being what it is, especially for house lions.