Not All Progress

Not all that seems to be or is called progress, is in fact progress.

I recently purchased an older home with an unfinished third bath. All plumbing in place with no fixtures. I purchased all new fixtures, but upon testing, the toilet and sink didn’t drain. It turns out the plumbing on that side of the home had been disabled years before.

There are claims of prepress in our culture that I’ve come to believe are not in fact progressing us spiritually, intellectually or otherwise.

Some primitive examples are that we simply don’t have the environmental survival skills or knowledge of our environment as our ancestors did just two generations ago. Although we have volumes of literary works available at our finger tips, our ancestors just two or three generations ago had many literary works committed to memory such as holy scripture, government documents, poetry, etc.

Morally and ethically it would be difficult to prove we’ve progressed with the rate of divorce and lack of traditional families.

Suffice to say, it is plausible if not factual that we have taught to believe we’re progressing while I’m fact regressing.

And like my futile attempts finish my unfinished bathroom, we’re installing fixtures to plumbing that doesn’t work.

A Note To The Kid Down The Street For July 4th

I haven’t forgotten you. We grew up on the same street. You and your family moved in just after my family. We all played war, tag, hide-and-go-seek and we played video games at your house until your father got upset.

We all grew up and went separate ways. When 9-11 happened, you, like many young men, enlisted. You hardly finished boot camp and they sent you off to do your patriotic duty.

I remember admiring your patriotism and courage.

You were a young man of principle and duty, and a lover of your country.

You died within a couple weeks of arriving to the war zone.

I remember hearing the news in disbelief; how could you have died, it seems you had just enlisted?

I remember you on these patriotic holidays and the other young men like you. I believe you wanted to stand up for your country, your family and our way of life. I believe you wanted to be honorable, patriotic and courageous. I remember and pray for your family and for the families of all those who’ve lost loved ones to these wars in foreign lands.

Rest In Peace

The Winner Writes History

Investigate the history that you’ve been taught. Read opposing sides. The history of this photo is now suppressed even here in the west.

It may seem difficult to avoid conspiracy rabbit trails, but often times the bits of truth at least, are easily collected.

This photo from Tiananmen Square tells a story whether those in power like it or not, and it won’t completely go away. But ponder for a moment, if a story as important as this one is suppressed and censored, what else has been? The winners get to write the history; vilify their enemies and moralize their actions against them. What if history, especially the last couple hundred years is more nuanced than we’ve been popularly taught? Or what if Hollywood and media have gone along with narratives passed down and not necessarily true? The result would be an accepted narrative that is based on a lie or lies.

Not every conspiracy is worth investigating, but truth is always worth the search.

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