It's proven beyond doubt in my mind that the human species is not the superior form of life on the planet. No one other than mankind still kills its fellow beings for reasons of emotional anguish. Or spite or chemically induced instability. Or financial and economic issues. Individual killing individual or a mass genocide, we are the only ones pursuing this style of survival.
Other animals including birds and dolphins and salmon are taking immense pains to simply ensure survival of their species. They do so by performing amazing feats in travel planning and execution covering continents in their annual migrations.
Ants and multitudes of insects build amazingly eco friendly colonies for inclement weather and all without resorting to man made silliness like higher education and subsequent student loans.
With all our so called advancement and improved life expectancies there are bunch of us worried about after life and other abstract ideas like heaven and hell.
So curious that I am I decided to investigate how one could get a sneak peek at either. After checking with Sergey at Google to see if he had any lat long or address to destination to key in my GPS and finding he did not I set out in a pensive mood. After dozing off a few minutes stuck in traffic I woke to find myself staring at nothing and hearing silence.
Walking around I realized I had stumbled into heaven. There was nobody there. Miles of white light and nothing else. Apparently the most pious amongst us had also failed the drug test to get in.
Finally I see this red sign glowing in the distance. I approach cautiously toward it and all it says in bold red letters is an arrow pointing right and the letters 'GO TO HELL'.
I press the sign and next thing I know I am staring at the red light in front of my car - on Earth.
Here is another essay on the subject of first names. As in birth names. Or names provided to an offspring at birth. While the developed world tends to shy away from the exotic like Refrigerator or Coca Cola for their new production there is a plethora of Jims and Johns and Bobs or Robs. Speaking of which I do not think there is a categoric decision point at the time of birth if a child will be hereafter called as Bob. I mean have not yet met a toddler called Bob or Rob for that matter. At some point though the parental instinct to mouth out multiple syllables runs out and they switch from calling the crawler Robert to simply Robbie to Rob. Now speaking of - it is strange that the name sounds like something you would not want Rob to do - i.e. Rob anyone. Then why call someone that? After all Rob Peter to Pay Paul is not exactly a maxim to live a young life? Is it? Perhaps Peter or Paul might want to have a say in it? Then there is this matter of going to the John. Why degrad...
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