Day: August 17, 2019
Jesus never wished to be adored.
Image by Katherine
We spent 10 years a -wandering Southport Beach
You may wonder how but I don’t teach
I went to Sinai just to have a look
Now it is in Egypt . bless my boots
The Bedouin people have not found a home
In the deserts of my heart, they roam
I washed my dishes in some water cold
They are greasy but I’m going blind
Would you vote for leaving Asia next?
Brexit has put patience to the test
Are we in New Zealand’s trading zone?
We could cut the cord and be reborn
I read the Times and leave a comment too
To be quite clear I asked them , is I you?
The Bread that is so sacred feeds the poor
Jesus never wished to be adored.
I saw a beggar lying on the ground
I gave him my down coat, was that unsound?
I thought I’d go out on the River Thames
But then I went to Kew to make amends
Did God wish to convert the Jews by force?
I hope he will be filled with bald remorse
The Inquisition, torture and then death
Jesus would be shattered by this mess
Don’t we pay the Hebrews for their Scrolls?
They told the stories , made the Bible whole.
All of Europe forced to go to Mass
Those unwilling, burn them up like grass
I hated sermons for men gave no clue
How to do in practice what they knew
I made some salad green and ate it all
The slugs and snails are looking up appalled
English grammar is no use to me
I want to go to Norway and catch flu
I made a rule :it is a sin to pee
Like sex and drugs and eating from my shoe
Why not work out what we’re made to do?
Making babies may be the real clue
Getting mystic, lying on the lawn
Is that a cat that bit me on the arm?
I fear my cat has grown her claws yards long
If she liked my boyfriend, she’d grow fangs
When in Israel do not speak in code
They invented it to please the Lord
Do you long fo marmalade in bed?
The duvet’s bitter orange matching bread
My husband phones when I’m asleep
I can’t pick it up, so it is cheap
Wandering in the Estuary of the Ribble
Stand on Sinking Sand and play the fiddle
If Britain travels like the great Titanic
Boris Johnson will sell us our own Panic
If you see a Polar bear at night
Take a photo followed by swift flight
I’d like to phone my husband but he ‘s gone
Get BT to lay a line for one.
I don’t believe in mourning over-long
I’ll soon be dead myself and feel the prongs
Grief is free for all of us on Earth
It hurts like Hell and makes the World seem cursed
Good night my little cat and my tame snails
I’m off soon to New Zealand with my tales
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Dance me to the end of love
After learning as a child about the orchestra at Auschwitz, many years later this emerged
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We prefer to do or be wrong than to be unpopular,mostly
Extract
As you will learn, the latest evidence coming out of social science is clear: Humans value being good members of their tribes much more than they value being correct, so much so that we will choose to be wrong if it keeps us in good standing with our peers.
Once an issue becomes politicized, it leaves the realm of evidence-based reasoning and enters the realm of tribal signaling. It’s always been a challenge to progress, but the power of modern media and modern social media has allowed humans to signal their tribal loyalties on a scale that has never, ever been possible, and this one thing might just be what is driving our intense, modern polarization problem.
Compromise and agreement on policies and laws and decisions and judgments and notions of what is and is not true will naturally become more and more difficult as our ability to signal to others to which tribes we belong increases. In this episode, we learn why this is true, and what we can do about it.
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G-d likes Tablets, washed in the Red Sea
The impaired keyboard likes my voice I’ m told
I wonder if I ‘ll write an elegy.
It cannot see, but yet it is not cold
It’s not disabled, keys look bright as gold
Maybe this will write a poem for me
The impaired keyboard likes my voice I’ m told
As long ago the prophets had foretold
G-d likes Tablets, washed in the Red Sea
t cannot see, so is the water cold?
I like on grassy slopes to lie and roll
Would a Tablet suit my malady
The impaired keyboard likes my voice, you know
The keyboard fits my phone plugged in the wall
Is there no more help or remedy?
I cannot see, but yet I am not cold
I want a hybrid child born out of me
The keyboard will fill in as family
The impaired keyboard likes my voice I’ m told
We cannot see, but neither are we cold
How my heart sings 