I want to pass my condolences along to Laura, the host of the Weekly Song Challenge, whose buddy Jazzy passed away over the weekend. She’s quite understandably taking some time off and hopefully will be back with us soon. Our hearts are with you at this difficult time, Laura.
Meanwhile, that gives me time to work on this week’s Share Your World. Melanie, the host for this blog hop, has all the rules and regulations over at her place, so follow the link above to read them. Here are today’s questions:
Can we ever experience anything objectively? Why or why not? No, I don’t think we can ever experience anything objectively, because we’re all different and are going to see everything in reference to our own beliefs, character, biases, and other factors. It’s like the three blind men who touch an elephant and try to describe how it looks, with one thinking it’s like the ears, another like the trunk, and the third by the tail. Even if we learn to put all our differences aside, we still won’t see things objectively.
Do humans have a soul? Do animals have a soul? Yes and yes. The Baltimore Catechism taught me the former, living with animals most of my life taught me the latter.
Why are people told to respect the dead? I think it’s more for the loved ones of the deceased than for the deceased, who are, frankly, too dead to care.
Without using the names of specific people, discuss “the ideal” President or other world leader. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No. There’s no such thing, and there never will be. The President of the United States, the Queen of England, the Prime Minister of Japan, the Holy Father in Rome, the Dalai Lama, The Duke of Earl, The King of Pepsi, etc. are people. If you read my answer to the first question, then you know that everyone is different and no one is ideal. It’s a moot issue. Better that we learn to govern ourselves than to go off like Diogenes in search of an "ideal" leader.
All for now. See you in the funny papers!
NOTE: My dad, who was always a bit of a smartass (and we loved him for it), would do his best to answer any and all questions his sons would come up with. One year around Passover, six-year-old me noticed that bottle caps for Pepsi were all marked "KP," indicating that the contents of the bottle were Kosher for Passover. I didn’t know that, of course, so I asked my dad what it meant. Not wanting to have to explain Jewish holidays to his kid, he told me it stood for King of Pepsi. That’s why we loved him.