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Last night I was chatting with elderly folks, and one of them asked us, "Why do you think G-d is allowing this generation to live longer than any that came before it?" I was floored - what do you say to that? I had no idea how to respond. We talked about all that her generation has seen, and about her life. And it was beautiful. Someday when I am old, I am going to tell the story of my life.
I played with preschoolers today. I like the stories of their lives. One of them pricked her finger the other day - it hurt. One of them likes the color purple, so her mom polished her nails with purple nail polish yesterday.
I love people. All people have something beautiful within them.
But so do all non-people. Sampson, my guitar, for instance, has a voice of his very own. I lie to think sometimes that all things have voices. And voices mean thoughts. I don't know where I am going with this. I wrote a poem once about the sounds my computer makes while I am writing on it, and how that can be construed as a song. And if a song is an expression of emotion and thought, and a computer can make a song, and feet hitting the pavement can make a song, and rain falling can make a song, then the whole earth is constantly expressing emotion and thought. Not just humans - I think it is anthropocentric and rediculous and wrong to think that only humans express emotion and thought.
Nonetheless, because I empathyze with humans best, being one, I find it easier to love humans than I do computers.
Not that I don't love inanimate objects. I love Ted, for instance. And Sampson. And the walls of my bedroom at home - what were their names? Gustav, Yvette, Delphine, and...oh shoot...whatever Jason's French name was. I don't remember.
My rabbi in England told us once at assembly that worshipping of idols can come in many forms. That even if we don't acknowledge that something is an idol, if we are worshipping it, then it is an idol. Like money. I remember this because it worried me greatly. I was afraid that my love for Ted was like worshipping an idol, because when I was upset I did not first turn to G-d, I turned to ted, and wept on his furry head, and told him all about it. But I never did expect him to do anything about it. And I don't think I worship my friends because I rely on and need them. I think G-d would approve of my love for people, and for things, as G-d is the ultimate source of all of these things.
But maybe I am wrong?
On another note, my room looks like a pig sty, even though I cleaned it all of a few days ago. I'd better clean it again. Although maybe I'll just leave it. My favorite Halloween costume ever was a pig...
I played with preschoolers today. I like the stories of their lives. One of them pricked her finger the other day - it hurt. One of them likes the color purple, so her mom polished her nails with purple nail polish yesterday.
I love people. All people have something beautiful within them.
But so do all non-people. Sampson, my guitar, for instance, has a voice of his very own. I lie to think sometimes that all things have voices. And voices mean thoughts. I don't know where I am going with this. I wrote a poem once about the sounds my computer makes while I am writing on it, and how that can be construed as a song. And if a song is an expression of emotion and thought, and a computer can make a song, and feet hitting the pavement can make a song, and rain falling can make a song, then the whole earth is constantly expressing emotion and thought. Not just humans - I think it is anthropocentric and rediculous and wrong to think that only humans express emotion and thought.
Nonetheless, because I empathyze with humans best, being one, I find it easier to love humans than I do computers.
Not that I don't love inanimate objects. I love Ted, for instance. And Sampson. And the walls of my bedroom at home - what were their names? Gustav, Yvette, Delphine, and...oh shoot...whatever Jason's French name was. I don't remember.
My rabbi in England told us once at assembly that worshipping of idols can come in many forms. That even if we don't acknowledge that something is an idol, if we are worshipping it, then it is an idol. Like money. I remember this because it worried me greatly. I was afraid that my love for Ted was like worshipping an idol, because when I was upset I did not first turn to G-d, I turned to ted, and wept on his furry head, and told him all about it. But I never did expect him to do anything about it. And I don't think I worship my friends because I rely on and need them. I think G-d would approve of my love for people, and for things, as G-d is the ultimate source of all of these things.
But maybe I am wrong?
On another note, my room looks like a pig sty, even though I cleaned it all of a few days ago. I'd better clean it again. Although maybe I'll just leave it. My favorite Halloween costume ever was a pig...