Storms and Ratiocination

There is a great deal of storm damage around the Shire from the big blow on Sunday afternoon.  The one I narrowly missed being out in.  Mostly it is trees and branches blown down, though in the process some of them took out power lines, blocked roads, and even fell on the odd car. Some took out a fence, and one or two fences took themselves out.  I also know of at least one garden shed that did a Dorothy into a neighbours property, and a trampoline that is now inextricably married to a clothes line.  My own gate turned itself inside out trying to blow free and has now been repaired and anchored with a chain.

Across the road from my flat the old dead perching tree, where the Galahs used to gather, is now horizontal.

Monday and Today have been quite calm, but we are told to stock up on fuel, batteries, candles and canned food as there is going to be a worse blow tonight.

Much worse, apparently.  Watch this space.

On another matter entirely, further to my previous post that people do not think logically and systematically, I found myself listening to some real drivel this morning on AM radio, while driving across the Shire to view a new septic effluent system. A pair of mediums were talking with the radio presenter on the subject of ghosts, communication with the other side, spirit guidance, and all sorts of absolute bollocks. The presenter was clearly a believer and spouted a load of twaddle of his own so that all three formed a mutually encouraging club of irrationality and superstition and appallingly poor logic. Were some impressionable young person, – someone unable to distinguish rational thought from superstitious fantasy – listening in, they could very well actually come to believe that these mindless speculations were indeed fact.

What finally made me turn the radio off was the point at which they turned to reincarnation. They went on for some time about how many worthy people believed in reincarnation, and how they themselves knew they were reincarnated. The presenter asked if one always came back as a human, or did we sometimes return as a creature of another species, such as a dog or a horse. The male “medium” blithely and seriously assured us that he believed we always returned as a human, though it may be of either sex. He had, he said, seen “no evidence” of reincarnation as a lower creature.

Makes me wonder what evidence he has of reincarnation at all.

Occam rules. OK?

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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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