Home is where the heart is.
Home is also where we are made, broken or muddled.
Our domestic lives and extra domestic lives take very different forms, but a lot of the emphasis we make as individuals often defines us as homely or worldly-wise.
What if, there is no difference between our homes and the “outside”? Is that possible? Why, or why not?
Whenever you try to stick a label on people, ask yourself if you want the most accurate label, or just the quickest one?
Based on your decision, how would you now label yourself?
Self-knowledge 101. You’re welcome.
A common problem with Christianity is the belief that people are fallen.
There is nothing wrong with the belief, per se.
The irony is that Christians manifest that fallenness when they seek to invalidate selected forms of fallenness through persecution, silencing, rejection and judgement. Slaves, lesbians and aborigines have all been victims – some continuing to be.
The point is, Christians become what they believe they are – Fallen, even though they profess to believe in the redemption bought by someone much bigger than that.
I like the to use the analogy of air travel, to explain the traditional branches of institutional education.
Art is the branch that imagines what it is like to fly.
Science is the discipline that experiments until flying happens.
Commerce will stuff the poor sod into Economy Class. And tell the corporations why airline food must be just so.
I have yet to create a better analogy.
After we break through the apex of achievement, it’s time to make a beeline back to basics.
Where everything is already molested by the hands of man, we leave the next generation with a manufactured plot to call home, and make the most of.
The fog of plenty slowly robs us of connection, compassion.
So we collectively race towards an empty hell of our own design.
Chairman Mao banned golf, calling it “bourgeois frippery”.
Today, his party is going through a slow and steady U Turn.
Mao testing the wind for his bag.
Today, I’m liking the concept of futilitarianism.