I’ll be keeping this pretty short . . . you are welcome.
I was listening to a podcast this morning and I heard the person mention humanity’s march toward an inevitable shared destiny.
The way it was used, it referred to an eventual time when nationalities and group identities lines will be blurred and humans will consider themselves as a single tribe.
My first — and knee-jerk — response was “Yeah, right!”
But then, I stopped to think about it. If looked through the long lens of human history, it’s indeed been a march to a shared destiny. It started locally as small groups morphed into tribes and tribes merged into larger tribes and eventually became countries. We might rail against globalization, but commerce has always been the engine of this so-called march, and I don’t think it can be stopped.
Not in my lifetime, obviously, and not likely for many generations, but I think the writing is on the wall. Sure, occasionally commerce and the uneven distribution of resources and goods are the causes of wars. I have no doubt they will again, perhaps soon.
But the long view is pretty clear . . . we’ll either converge or destroy each other. Politically, socially, and economically, no one can deny the benefit to peaceful cooperation and peaceful resolution of conflict.
There’s one major obstacle I see ahead of us, and it’s a pretty serious one. Religion. It fuels nationalism, hatred, and the distrust of “the other”.
The optimist might say that we’re making progress on that front. Perhaps. I see the odds as fifty-fifty. If asked, I’ll readily forecast at least a few more major wars in humanity’s future.
Wars are bad, but there’s a particular type of war that worries me; holy war. No one ever surrenders in holy wars. They would rather die. That’s not conducive toward a shared future. More like a dark future. I sure hope humanity grows weary of the hatred fostered by religions. Soon. And lest I get accused of wanting to eliminate religions, no. I just want them to live up to the high ideals they espouse and jettison the odious parts they actually live to.
And now, the photo:
This is the B&W version of a previous Project 313 offering. I thought it looks as good in B&W as it did in color. Not all will agree, but worry not . . . plenty of color photos ahead. And all of them framed.
This cartoon reminds me of Chater 3 of Genesis.
You know, the part where the petty, irresponsible, and unforgiving god can’t find the first family because they’re hiding. Not impressed I was. It was one of the first questions I asked in the early days of my attempted indoctrination. To this day, I’ve never gotten a good answer. Not just to that question, but to any of literally hundreds of other questions (the bible is a big book).
Oh, sure, you can find answers all over the place . . . if you like knots, you’ll love the answers you’ll read. I mean, of course god knew where they were; it knows everything that was, is, and will be . . . that’s why it tempted them, right? Perfectly logical.
I better stop . . . but in case anyone is wondering why I’m touching this particular hot button . . . well, it’s being thrown hither and fro again. Religion, that is. Used to claim victimhood, cast blame, control people, deny them freedom, and even branding them as un-American. I weep for the future that I see.
. . . I wish I could go . . . Trecking Through Time And Space.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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