The dawning of the new year may usher in a seismic shift for at least two subjects in the political arena, because for the first time both proponents and opponents will be forced to frame their arguments based on actual, verifiable reality rather than just wildly overblown hopes or fears.
May your children be blessed with the holiday spirit so that they experience no melt-downs, no squabbling fits, no food throwing and joy sparkling from their eyes like snowflakes glinting off your neighbor's garish light display.
Upon hearing about the bumpy transitions back to normality that others had experienced, I thought it would be nothing, but now the opposite seems obvious. Of course there'll be transition pains. How would there not be after last year?
Will neuroscience eventually be able to locate God in our neurons, and if so, should that tiny area of the brain be excised or boosted? No doubt there are arguments on both sides, depending on whether you hold that God has been good for the human race in the long run or bad.
There are lots of goals for telling stories to children, but there is often at least some attempt to teach kids something about life. When we hope to educate, does it matter whether the stories are about the real world or about fantasy?
As easy as it is to think that the brain in its skull casing is all that is necessary to produce mind, it's just as easy, if you permit yourself, to think of Mind as the fundamental nature of everything that exists.
His current collection of poems, "Snake," imagines a post-apocalypse Earth long after the extinction of the human race where a character that embodies all of the feelings, thoughts and emotions of our entire civilization when it no longer exists.
The problem is not so much that we are hearing different things in the same words, but the fact that we believe that we are meaning the same thing. This misunderstanding causes many of the problems that we run into in our relationships and indeed every form of human interaction.
I was sincerely curious as to whether someone could find me appealing enough to date -- if I came clean and represented myself as I really am. The results were disastrous, as the majority of readers found my honesty worthy of their scorn.
Things are getting real. Entertainment, specifically. And by "real" I don't mean serious, or imminent, or even necessarily honest -- but real, as in pushed to the limit of what we perceive as real, and even further.
If you love each other you shouldn't fight, things will be consistently blissful forever, you never have to say you're sorry... about anything, you'll never be lonely again and about a thousand other things that will turn out to be untrue. The word for these beliefs is "illusions."