THE DEWY DECIMAL SYSTEM – THE BLACKLIGHT CANDELABRA
In response to Bumblepuppies prompt on Blacklight Candelabra, I created a three 3-digit number. I visited this Dewey Decimal System website and found the subject which matched my number. I got lucky.
I cheated. A little bit. I used my address, which is three digits. And hit a bulls-eye. My favorite subject for mental meandering and an occasional rant.
Number 290 — Other & Comparative Religion
We waste a lot of time trying to figure out what life means. We don’t waste nearly enough time doing what we enjoy … which in my opinion, is the meaning — or at least the point — of life. Most people think religion has something to do with it. I was taught there are two ways to approach religion:
1) It’s a formalized set of beliefs to which a bunch of people adhere. (William James)
2) It’s the center of you, most “propriate” — central — to your “self.” (Orlo Strunk)
I’ve always gone with door number two wherein religion isn’t a set of beliefs, rules, and guidelines — no matter how many people claim to follow it. It isn’t what someone says at a pulpit on Saturday or Sunday. It’s how you live, what you are. If you are a miserable, mean-spirited bastard, I don’t care how often you attend church, synagogue, or mosque, you are the way you are. Your religion is you.
Most of us are essentially self worshippers. We may include others in our closest (most propriate) circle. A life mate, kids, pets, closest friends. Maybe dedication to an art — writing, painting, music. Or making money and accumulating stuff. Regardless, our inner core is our religion. It’s what gives life meaning.
Life is rarely what we want or expect. Never what we believe we deserve. So you gotta wonder if the reason you are sick, broke, or miserable is because you lack faith or failed to adhere to those Higher Laws. Yet if you look around, you’ll see many folks with faith aplenty whose lives are a train wreck. They explain it by saying “God has a plan.” I’m not going to argue if there’s a plan, but I question if said plan has anything to do with me.
I’ve put decades of thought into why my life keeps falling apart. I’m not perfect, but whatever I’ve done wrong, it’s small potatoes in the scheme of things. It’s hard for me to believe, even in my darkest moments, I’m so wicked The Big Guy has in for me. Personally.
One day, I realized I had my answer. Life is random. There is no meaning except what you give it. If you give nothing to life, life will give nothing back.
Whether what you put into your life is based on principles espoused by a “formal” religion” (per William James), or is what you hold in your heart (per Orlo Strunk), you know everything you need to know. Mostly, you know right from wrong because you were born knowing it. You know what you love, what you care about. You can now move about the cabin. Make your choices without expecting reward or punishment.
Life doesn’t make sense. Never has, never will. You don’t “do the right thing” because it will earn you a reward or a ticket to heaven. You do right because it’s right. Life will probably screw you over anyway, but not because you chose wrong. Merely because life is like that.
If believing in a loving God makes you feel good, believe it. It could be true. If it turns out you’re right, you’ve backed a winner. If believing there is no God floats your boat, go with that. Whatever you do, I hope it makes you happy. Take your best shot. Whatever awaits at the end of the line, the one sure thing is today. Pity to waste it.
Categories: Challenges, Ethics and Philosophy, Life, Religion
You get out of life what you put into it.
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My thought exactly 🙂
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This number thing is a pretty good trick. I may try it.
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It was fun 🙂 Especially since I obviously picked a good number!
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I couldn’t agree with your thoughts more! Great post!
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Thanks. I said some stuff I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Which felt pretty good.
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It’s dangerous to write about stuff you think about. You may endanger your precious body fluids. It may even be anti-American. As for me: I believe in You, God and the Red Sox — in that order.
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Aw, shucks. Golly.
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But there’s nothing like the “there I’ve said it” feeling, or, “them’s my words and I’m stickin’ to it.” Stress and mental constipation gone…
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Yes, you are right. Frees up some brain cells for other things.
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Make the most of it is quite right Marilyn
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Thank you, friend. I’m always afraid I’ll ruffle too many feathers, so I don’t quite say what I mean. I’m glad I did. It felt good.
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Bravo, Marilyn. You’ve nailed it. Carpe diem and all that. Cheers. Have a good day.
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Thank you Tish. I’m planning a good day. Between one thing and another, I really feel like my life has been on hold. Time to emerge from the cave!
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Love it Marilyn! Today is a present, as they say, make the most of it!
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Thank you! Today is a frozen wasteland of a gift, but I have to get past it. “Hold until the thaw” has stopped working for me 🙂
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