Category Archives: Thought
POLITICAL SATIRE: “Less Is More”
h/t: truthdig.org
The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie, deliberate, contrived and dishonest, but the myth, persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.
~ John F. Kennedy
INTELLECTUALISM: Thom Hartmann / Conversations with Great Minds: Susan Jacoby
REASON: George Carlin / “On Pride”
“Once again, respectfully I say to myself, what the fuck does that mean?”
ATHEISM: “Afterlife”
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h/t: Planet Atheism
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PHILOSOPHY: Stars, Planets and the Meaningless Life
This morning you woke up, got yourself through the morning routine and somehow managed to haul yourself to work. You did this yesterday and you will do it again tomorrow. The days come and they go. You do your best. You try not to hurt anyone, try to be helpful. But sometimes — just sometimes — the fog of real and imagined urgencies parts. Staring across the abyss of your own brief time on this world, you wonder, “Does any of this matter? Does any of it matter at all?”
REASON: Lawrence Krauss / “Reality is Liberating”
h/t: Planet Atheism
EVOLUTION: Richard Dawkins / “Your 185 Millionth Great Grandfather Was A Fish”
h/t: Planet Atheism
h/t: helen sotiriadis
FORTHRIGHTNESS: You Are Not Special Commencement Speech from Wellesley High School
h/t: Crispy Sea
IN MEMORIAM: Ray Bradbury / “‘Fahrenheit 451’ Author Ray Bradbury Dies At 91” / (AUDIO)
Ray Bradbury, author of The Martian Chroniclesand Fahrenheit 451, died Tuesday. He was 91. Bradbury was known for his futuristic tales — but he never used a computer, or even drove a car.
Bradbury was born in Waukegan, Ill., in 1920 and grew up during the Great Depression. He said it was a time when people couldn’t imagine the future, and his active imagination made him stand out. He once told Fresh Air‘s Terry Gross about exaggerating basic childhood fears, like monsters at the top of the stairs.
“As soon as I looked up, there it was, and it was horrible,” Bradbury remembers. “And I would scream and fall back down the stairs, and my mother and father would get up and sigh and say, ‘Oh, my gosh, here we go again.’ “
Bradbury dove into books as a child. Wild tales from authors Jules Verne and H.G. Wells captivated Bradbury — and made him dream of becoming a great author. So he started writing, churning out a short story every week during his teens. After his family moved to Southern California, he would escape to the basement of the UCLA library. There, he’d focus on his craft.

