Monthly Archives: May 2021

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how did you meet da lawd

it was in a philosophical argument. And no, I am not kidding. So if you have been looking for a reason to believe in god, maybe the place to begin is to read the Ontological argument by Anselm. Or maybe Pascal’s wager for those easily scared into submission. I will be here waiting for your confessions as to which argument brought you closer to god. I will be waiting to hear how you moved from the teleological argument to a believing that Krishna is the true god and no other truer god can be found.

Have a great week everyone.

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Your god is too small

I have taken leave from braining at the moment. So it is just light interesting stuff we will be talking about. First I need to see an orthopaedic. My butt hurts when I run and I used Dr Google where I learned there is such a syndrome. I will tell you how it goes.

There has been a fellow commenting here recently encouraging us to find his dead god or else we will lose everything when we die. Then it occurred to me that the Abrahamic gods are too small (there is a book by the same title as this post btw).

Imagine you are the Head honcho of a village, the only village that is known by everyone and you had the chance to dictate laws, why da soup would you start by saying I am the only honcho? Why are you so insecure? In my village we say the moment you have to declare your kingship, legitimacy is a problem. And so it is with this god.

And this is why I think Nietzsche was right in his observation that the other gods laughed themselves to death when one of them declared she alone is god.

Talking of he she, I am confused. Are there vegans who eat meat? Or teetotaler who drinks alcohol?

Ni hayo machache tu kwa sasa. Tuonane tena baadaye.

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Random things

Yesterday I went to have my bike checked at my usual garage. As a side note, I think bike maintenance is just as expensive as maintaining a car since I do a major service every 1000km and that can be 2 weeks. Well, maybe half the costs. But that is a by the way. So while at the garage there was this young Dutch male I think in his late 20s or early 30s who has been riding since March last year.

Someone asked why Africans are not doing such long tours. And it got me thinking.

First there is the big issue of money. How do you finance the trip? The good fellow told me he had worked for 3.5 years & saved enough for the trip. The average Joe in Nairobi would need to work maybe 2x as long, live with his mother and save 0.67 of his salary.

The next hoop is visa requirements among African nations. One has to show proof that he loves his grandmother enough to return home, has enough money in the bank and other such loops before you can get a visa. Now, who wants to deal with all that stress.

Say you have saved enough to marry Leah or is it laboured to marry Rebecca and have visas taken care of, you need to convince your employer that it is a good idea to give you a vacation for 1year to go biking adventures. Good luck with that.

Having said that, I think if I were 20 and I had bills taken care, I would do something this fun. See the world while on a bicycle. I think the only thing that would beat this is seeing the world on foot, but this takes much longer & I don’t want to have blisters.

What, if you could, stopped you from doing a world tour say on a boat or a glider?

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were you there before you were born?

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

Mark Twain

I know that title is a mouthful, but you will have to bear with it. But before we get into the meat of today’s topic, is it really the case, as implied in the quote from Mark Twain that we were dead for billions of years before we were born? Is to not exist and to be dead the same thing? To die, I think is only possible if we have lived. And therefore Mark Twain is only half right. And for this reason, there is some reason why many if not all of us fear death or is it dying. The thought of ceasing to be goes with all our hopes, desires, anxieties and even troubles.

How many of you remember what you ate for lunch last Monday. I will wait. Rebecca remembers life from when she was inside the womb. That is as close as it gets to before one was born. I don’t remember much of anything from the past anyway.And maybe it is a good thing. No, I didn’t have a bad childhood. It was just ordinary. School. Home. School. Just like it is for most people.

Do you know anyone with such memory or are you one of the 59 others with such memory and would you weigh in and tell us about it.