Truth? Perhaps.


Does it matter, the ideas we study?

Does it matter, if we begin with an opinion?

 If we endeavor to understand any idea or set of ideas with the assumption that this set of ideas is Truth and the purpose of studying those ideas is to find a way to achieve cognitive consonance between the beliefs of the original thinker and the students, can learning actually occur?

 Befuddling?

 Perhaps.

 To  study requires a promise

 To cherish objectivity.

 To learn requires a premise

That is the priority.

 But….

 Perhaps there is no truth?

 Are we using the right tools?

 Oh, for an opinion.

 So many rules.

 Are we fools?


Perhaps.

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I’ve noticed over the years, that there appears to be no important link between REASONING skills and IQ, though it does seem that those who appear to possess minimal skills of LOGIC often demonstrate the ability to store massive amounts of data without the ability or even the curiosity for understanding what they are LEARNING, if indeed that word  actually fits the situation.

My observation persuades me also to believe that for those whose main tool for learning is rote memorization, new increments of stored data are often organized in the form of TAGS rather than traditional CATEGORIES. Notice how certain individuals, as they attempt to contribute to a conversation, sometimes, actually change the subject by linking to a TAG which leaps the boundaries of the conversation by jumping into a new CATEGORY.

 I believe also that those, whose skills of LOGIC are more pronounced, require understanding of a new subject before choosing to store the new ideas; thus more CATEGORIES than TAGS are needed for this purpose. Quality is the watchword for those whose quest for information is TRUTH and UNDERSTANDING; VOLUME to a wannabe scholar may become the moral equivalent of GREED as experienced by a compulsive gambler.

Humongous (Humoungus, Humungus, Houmungus)

First posted on 6 March 2012

Yesterday………………… “We walked on. He hit the next pole more gently; we listened to the musical tone that resulted from the blow and I reproduce the musical note with my vocal chords. By the time we returned home Bill’s wrist was swollen and we had arrived singing a melody made of the notes that had erupted from the vibrating light poles that my pole playing son had produced with his pole bat.

On the next walk we sang that melody until memorized and eventually created a silly set of lyrics; no need for ASCAP membership yet but it was a lot of fun. Tomorrow I will tell you a story that I will entitle Humongous.”

One year later: My son Bill and I were on our first walk of the season. We had determined that since winter had left us and since we were tired of working out at School gyms that we should walk all the way to downtown Phoenix and back. On our way we began to make up words. Inspired by my son’s growing love of salty linguistics, we decided that it might be a good idea to create some more acceptable replacements. “Pistalvistard”, volunteered my suddenly inspired offspring. “Oynt-never-never”, I replied.

“Humbug”, said Bill and I reminded him that we had agreed to create new words. “Fungus”, he blurted with a sureness about his demeanor that dared me to challenge him.

“You didn’t make that up”, I declared.

“Sure I did. This isn’t the fungus that grows on old bread. This is Fungus as in Fungus Amongus.” He pronounced both Gs. I thought that this was a great word but that it didn’t qualify. Humungus. I asked him what Humungus meant and he laughed and said that it meant a really big bungus. We laughed and laughed and laughed.

And suddenly I had an inspiration. Over the next week we would do two things. We would ask everyone we met if they had ever heard this word and we’d write down the names of each person that we asked.

A week later we met on the patio before our walk and tallied the results. No one had ever heard of Humongous. Bill had spoken with 123 people. I had spoken with 72. We multiplied the total of 195 times 52 weeks and squared the answer to determine how many people would have an opportunity to hear this new word in one year. With 10 million exposures we would surely hear this word within a year or two. We were stunned to discover that it was only a matter of weeks before we heard this word from the lips of a stranger and in less than a year we heard it on KDKB. There eventually came a time when Humungous was more popular than the F bomb that was rapidly infecting the vocabularies of children, eliminating the need for substitutes.

Did you notice the various ways I spelled Humoungus?

It really is a word these days. It is in the Merriam Webster Dictionary spelled Humongous.

And yes I know. Bill and I are not the only declared originators of Humongous. That wasn’t why we did it. We simply wondered how long it would take to spread. That was valuable information in those days. But today? There are more bloggers in the world than there were people in our hoped-for audience. So, from now on I’m not standing in line for a new truth. It’ll be obsolete in the blink of an eye. Just point me to the next thing and ask me to do it.

 

Music Makes Everything Better.

First posted on March 5, 2012

When my son was a child (he will surely be a grandfather soon), he and I enjoyed taking long, evening walks together during the summer months. When we began this tradition we found we had little to say to each other. Remarkably, we stuck it out, eventually discovering some very creative ways of entertaining ourselves and each other. One evening as we walked, Bill picked up a stick along the way. The discarded piece of lumber was as long as he was tall, smaller than a one by four and larger than a one by two; I don’t remember how tall he was but he was six or seven years old. We had just arrived in Phoenix from Oklahoma City and everything we did, Bill and I and his sisters Mary and Dixie and his mother, was an adventure of the best kind.

As we approached a metal light pole, Bill raised his stick like a bat and creeping up as if to attack an unsuspecting animal standing there waiting to become dinner, Bill swung the stick and with a resounding ring, the vibration of which traveled back up the stick and through the bones in his small body, landed him squarely on the sidewalk. The greatest stress to my boy was the surprise of an inanimate object fighting back. The second was to the ulna of his right arm with considerable pain centering in the wrist. I removed my shirt and then my tee-shirt, put the outer layer back on, cut and tore the tee into three-inch wide strips using a 200-year old knife that had lived in the pockets of several generations of Broom men, wrapping the resulting field bandage around his wrist. When I picked up the stick, Bill told me in a very firm tone that I should give it to him and I obeyed.

We walked on. He hit the next pole more gently; we listened to the musical tone that resulted from the blow and I reproduce the musical note with my vocal chords. By the time we returned home Bill’s wrist was swollen and we had arrived singing a melody made of the notes that had erupted from the vibrating light poles that my pole playing son had produced with his pole bat.

On the next walk we sang that melody until memorized and eventually created a silly set of lyrics; no need for ASCAP membership yet but it was a lot of fun. Tomorrow I will tell you another Father and Son story that I will entitle Humongous.

 

Stop, Look and Listen.

When I try to make a point, people stop listening.
Demonstrating proof of anything seems to stop the flow of knowledge.

I am discovering that much of what I thought I knew is being replaced with
simpler ideas.

Instead of trying to Love, I am learning to accept Love and share it with others.

What have you learned today? Would you like to share it? Leave a comment, please.

A Few Basics

A Few Basics.

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I am not The Lemming. During the last couple of physically aggravating weeks I was encouraged and empowered by following these basic bits of advice.

 

1; Question everything or live the life of The Lemming.  Mother

2: Look it up in World Book. Father

3: Do what you’re supposed to do when you’re supposed to do it (and don’t do what you’re not supposed to).  Jim.

4: Trust God and do the Next Thing.  Meister Eckhart.

5: Spiritual, emotional and physical wellness are the rewards of reason tempered with faith. Approval? Not so much.. Lee.

6: Nobody warned me.  The Lemming

When What Outranks How.

When I created this blog site I did so with the intention of sharing with the world some of the ideas that I found attractive; I hoped that you would enjoy my words as much as I enjoyed writing them. I soon began to realize however, that what I wanted to say was more important to me than how I said it.

In the beginning I wrote whatever came to mind. Later, by noticing my tags and categories, I began to realize that contained in all the poetry, short stories, essays and two-minute dialogues which graced these pages, I was focused on only two subjects.

The next awareness was that I had been studying and writing in earnest about these two ideas since 1976. Could it be that I was becoming an authority of sorts?

The third was that whenever in these three and a half decades I had attempted to engage anyone in conversation on either of these apparently new (or “new-ish”) ideas, that I was unable to capture any interest, whatsoever. Perhaps by searching through a broader market I might reach a pair of eyes now and then, whose lives could be changed for the better by virtue of having read them.

Usually, my posts seem to portray these themes in such a subtle way that one would not immediately notice their presence. Perhaps the one you are reading right now is an example. Thank you for stopping by.