A miscellany of reflections, thoughts, articles by Jonathan Gallagher, mirroring his interest in "God-thinking," the cosmic conflict, and fundamental human rights
“Thanks for taking the time to look around. I hope you find ideas of interest that will make a difference in the way you think and believe—thoughts to challenge the way we are! I believe in a healthy curiosity, and that we are supposed to use our minds to work things out. It’s not enough to rely on the thoughts of others—we all need to think for ourselves. "So I’m delighted at your interest, and may you discover some points of departure so that you can say that you know what you believe, and are ‘fully persuaded in your own mind.’” Comments to
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Reflections
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Have you contemplated how much of your life is unreal? Strange thought, perhaps, but consider.
How much time do watch TV? Or videos? Or other similar reality substitutes like computer games. Or even fantasy books, escapist literature of all kinds... Today's term is virtual reality. It looks real, it sounds real, it feels real--but it's not.
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Barometers and Bookstores |
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As a barometer of a nation’s mind, the ubiquitous airport bookstore is right in the weather zone. I can be quite obsessive—checking out what’s selling today, who is flavor of the month, what the majority are buying to fill their thoughts as they sit for hour after boring hour on the plane. The bestsellers crowd the stands in the storefront, but having noted the soup de jour, I’m more interested in what’s on the religion menu.
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Reflections
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Early Easter Sunday. The air is thick and cold; mist still curls around the forest edge.
I come to look, to see, and with my eyes seek understanding.
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“Hey, mon!” called out a voice. I turned to see a rough-looking Rasta-type in a dirty red T-shirt and ageing jeans. His dreadlocks came to his shoulders. “Got problems?”
I needed help, but I hardly was looking in his direction.
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