Wednesday, February 16, 2022

That Which Makes Me Believe

 


What can I say—So far I am here again today.


For all it’s worth so are the sun, the moon and


stars. That in which I believe I have seen with


my own eyes.



The Grand Canyon, The Empire State, Chicago


and the Great Lakes, sunrise and sunset (although


misnomers, I have learned, because those are


caused by the Earth’s rotation not the other way


around).



I do believe in good and evil, mankind has taught


me that collectively and individually they make


their case in the practice and delivery every day.


As the old adage goes, the proof is in the pudding.



As a native born Missourian, I ask, Show Me,


with fervent consistency. I believe that all men


(and women) are created equal with inalienable


rights, and yet individually and societally, we


still can’t get it right.



I believe that gods were created in the imperfect


image of man rather than the other way around.


There is just far too much going on out there in


this vast universe to blame or praise any man


made deity.



We are so small and inconsequential in the


grand and mostly undiscovered universal


picture of existence and life. We have been


lied to and misled so many times. And while


I have a good concept of wrong and right, I am


imperfect as the next man.



I was born biologically and biologically I


shall die. I believe in dogs and cats, and I


love apple pie if it’s made right. Being an


ordained skeptic with a measure of wit and


humor is a human trait I have come to appreciate.



If some all-powerful, all-knowing being had the


foresight and satirical intent to put me here in


the first place, well that just goes further to prove


my point. It’s all a joke, folks. Not to worry, it’s


all just a joke, an ofttimes vicious and impractical


one at that.



                                         -30-


Chris Hanch 2-16-2022


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