tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228648840567624890.post6548765543018166970..comments2023-02-08T03:16:24.937-05:00Comments on Saturday Morning @ The Story-of- Everything Place: The Pearl of Great PriceJohn Kotrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02471048328678222796noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228648840567624890.post-81896362025472552802008-03-21T11:44:00.000-04:002008-03-21T11:44:00.000-04:00Most interesting. I want to say just a bit about ...Most interesting. I want to say just a bit about some of my mental wanderings which include Teilhard’s concept of tangential and radial energy and how they may just be somehow related gravity and that mysterious dark energy. Gravity keeping us bound in like a skin around the earth and the dark energy force pulling outward. I am also pondering just how to think about using the term “God Particle” for what they expect to come from the big peashooter in Cern. A bit like the first cars being called “horseless carriages” and the internet being an “information Highway”. They are all so much more. I keep thinking that our existence, at its most fundamental level, is part of an energy field which is not limited to just three dimensions. And isn’t that how the universe is described.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228648840567624890.post-31794932865091358112008-03-20T17:07:00.000-04:002008-03-20T17:07:00.000-04:00What an experience.... Lazarus-like, at the end of...What an experience.... Lazarus-like, at the end of one's life. So what does one say when waking up after two months?<BR/><BR/>Readers can see for themselves at http://www.arborwood.com/awforums/show-forum-1.php?fid=8177. Click on "Homalleys."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228648840567624890.post-40992253494910906322008-03-20T17:02:00.000-04:002008-03-20T17:02:00.000-04:00Dear John,Two years ago today, on the Ides of Marc...Dear John,<BR/>Two years ago today, on the Ides of March, I was ambushed by Necrotizing Fasciitis. For a two-month induced coma I was a micromillimeter from collecting on Pascal's Wager. So today, I sent notes to the two lay teachers who dissuaded me from going to class that morning, the nurse who called the doctor, and the doctor who refused to let me go. And this morning I read "The Pearl." How about that for proof of Providence? Thank you, too!<BR/><BR/>Thursday, March 20, 2008Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228648840567624890.post-17142706932821056052008-03-15T00:04:00.000-04:002008-03-15T00:04:00.000-04:00Beautiful! You might have caught what answer there...Beautiful! You might have caught what answer there is by being in the middle of the wonder. Is the answer in the wonder itself? The wonder appreciated by the wonderer? Just as the enfolded wonder in the micro and the macro, in the beginning and end is caught in the incredible wondering of the talking grain. We are in the middle of it all, in the mystery of it all, and we can revel in it all—and perhaps wish it lasted a little longer. <BR/><BR/>And what to tell our grandchildren? For me it is the unfolding wonder of what is as I know it. I never told my kids about Santa, because the uncovering hurt so much. Instead I taught them the real spirit of Christmas, the real wonder of persons who give and love, a spirit which exceeds the Santa fantasy. Yet I did tell them stories, many stories, because analogy is the way we understand. So what to tell our grandchildren? I will tell them the richness of the mystery of the Story of Everything, that they are the pearl of great price, and that they will continue seeking and writing the story. <BR/><BR/>GaryGary Kirbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14284762856997986277noreply@blogger.com