It's been a while since the last philosophical blither.

Posted to lilairen and to ravingtheosophy.

I was having a conversation (with Graydon; if you don't know who Graydon is, I couldn't possibly explain him, but for some people that may be meaningful context) in which it was suggested that the "more highly evolved" meme is itself something which evolved from the idea of being among the "saved". I happened to mention this to oneironaut in the context of a discussion of this article on introversion, which suffers a bit from the "membership in a persecuted minority proves our superiority" meme. (Which may itself be related to the notion of salvation, with the idea that heavenly reward shall come first to those who had a bad time of it on Earth.)

The resulting bits of flip conversation led me to a personal revelation about ( God and Baseball. )

So, yeah, I believe in baseball.

And now up at bat and striking the ball for Hathor. . .

(Like theology, baseball can be simple, can be complex and intricate, and can be incredibly tedious to the uninterested.)

Addendum for this posted version only: I have a sudden and weird sort of wistfulness; the above post contains a joke that references my sophomore year of high school, and I don't know of anyone I knew from then who has a livejournal to read the sucker. Though thinking about it inspired me to write to my little brother Ben who is no relation to me, which I hadn't done in too long.

Ngah.

Why am I having a stress meltdown?

I'm not in hormone hell. I took my damn vitamins.

teinedreugan thinks I'm worried because I haven't heard back from Jamie yet.

I'm seesawing between shaking and tearful and having a grip.

Gods be. Gods be. Gods be. . . .