WOULD
it kill you
NOT TO SPIT
when you address me?
Certainly if it would, then GO RIGHT AHEAD and spit yourself
silly.
But if we're not
Talking
about a stroke or a HERNIA
then maybe you could KIND of, oh, I don't know...
!!!STOP SPITTING!!!
I realize that the religion forum is sort of the dumping ground for "you're a booger brain"
"NO YOU ARE"
kind of "debate" but frankly my clothes are getting wet.
One of the things that foncuzes me about the religion forum is we can't call each other liars but we certainly can treat each other like liars. It seems a thinly veiled hypocrisy... well actually there's no veil at all, it's blatantly obvious.
We can't "make it personal" soooooooooooooooooo, rather than treat each other like persons we treat each other like objects... like toys, playthings.
One of the lessons I have been trying to teach my children for as long as they can remember is that they must never treat another person like a toy, it degrades everyone involved.
Earlier this evening my 10 year old daughter was holding our miniature dachshund for the zillionth time and I said "Honey, let the dog go" and of course the dog ran for the safety of my feet. I asked my child if she didn't understand that the dog doesn't like to be held. I asked her to consider that every time she releases him he runs away. I pointed out that a year ago he'd run to her and now he runs away. I reminded her that now he snaps at her when she gets in his face when he used to lick her nose.
I very quietly explained to her that she is treating the dog like an object, like a toy. I asked her if she wanted people to treat her like a toy and what she would think of someone who treated her the way she treats the dog... and her sisters... and her brothers.
After she described how bad she would feel I told her that was how the dog thought of her in his doggy way.
Then came the lesson of the night: When we treat the people with whom we interact as means to an end, as unpersons, as grist for the mill, as things, we become exactly that: a thing. We pour our humanity upon the altar of our own self-glorification and we become an empty husk that is barely even self-aware, much less cognizant of the damage we do as we blunder through a pointless existence and eventually slouch towards an impersonal but singular Gomorrah.
Maybe one day she'll get it but I expect tomorrow will find me saying "Honey, just put the dog down. Oh, and stop kicking your sister do you think I'm blind?"
ROFLOL!
“When we treat the people with whom we interact as means to an end, as unpersons, as grist for the mill, as things, we become exactly that:a thing. We pour out our humanity upon the altar of our own self-glorification and we become an empty husk that is barely even self-aware, much less cognizant of the damage we do...”
Legatus, you have a gift for expression that, with clarity and without condescension and contempt, peels away at masks and lays bare reality. It is a gift to be able to write and to write well and to say it as it is—better yet to do so as a talent used for the Lord.