Neanderpundit

combined with a handful of almonds, make for a really impressive morning, I’ll tell you. The color and texture are to say the least unusual.

The less likely I am to be surprised by anything. Once in a while, though, because of a lifetime of experiences good or bad, a bunch of individual thought legos snap together in a way they never did before, and instead of a handful of caltrops, they merge and become a structure with meaning and sense.

A recent snide comment (Deleted summarily; if you want to discuss something here that’s fine but if you’re gonna be an ass you pixies get thrown out through the door or through the window) by a past commenter about the occasion of death made me think of something in a way I never thought before, and though it is a simple concept it took a morning’s woolgathering for it to assemble itself in my head.

I have never personally known a violent anti-theist who did not have something bad going on. I had been under the impression that they just had strong opinions on the subject, but as I drove to work this morning I reflected on the seven or eight vocal anti-theists I have known well (at least, more than casual acquaintence) there is a patricide, a child molester, an abuser of women, a harpy whose extramarital affairs are legendary, and people who have done far worse things. There was only one I knew who didn’t have one of those skeletons in her closet, and she recently passed; ater her passing I learned- quite accidentally- of her “skeleton”. Yikes.

I also know people who have done those things who are devout and faithful; it clearly isn’t the actions that cause the anti-theism.

It made me wonder: Is the anti-theism a wish, a dream that their actions, their immorality, their hatred will have no consequences? I pondered that a good deal this AM. The pieces fit together pretty well. I’mna have to spend some more time looking at this.

As someone who spends a lot of time looking at patterns, this is a behavioral pattern that does not surprise me, not a bit. But it does enlighten me. If your “belief” that there can be no redemption from your transgression is stronger than your faith can ever be, I can see how you’d want to destroy God with your words.

Who spends a good deal of time here, but who is originally from Japan, often brings back little treats when he returns from visitng his home office or his family.

Often, they are little spongy cakes shaped like domo-kun, or hard candies that taste like green tea, which are both amusing and nice.

This last trip, he brought back some red ginseng gummy candies, which are supposed to be very nice and extremely healthy. Apparently they are very popular in Japan Korea and China.

Not so much among Americans, of course, because they smell like moldy dirt, and taste pretty much like you’d expect moldy dirt tastes.

The bag is still mostly untouched after two weeks.