As promised last November 12, www.blogger.com is gone. I've moved over to Movable Type. I also get comments as part of the package. What a deal!
I'll be making some more changes to the look of the entire site... the frames are going to disappear as well.
And finally, I've changed the name of the blog to "Whispers in the Wilderness" which I'll explain later. Stay tuned for the inaugural post.
A good book should be read more than once:
[T]here is a general tone and temper of Aquinas, which it is as difficult to avoid as daylight in a great house of windows. It is that positive position of his mind, which is filled and soaked as with sunshine with the warmth of the wonder of created things. There is a certain private audacity, in his communion, by which men add to their private names the tremendous titles of the Trinity and the Redemption; so that some nun may be called "of the Holy Ghost"; or a man bear such a burden as the title of St. John of the Cross. In this sense, the man we study may specially be called St. Thomas of the Creator. The Arabs have a phrase about the hundred names of God; but they also inherit the tradition of a tremendous name unspeakable because it expresses Being itself, dumb and yet dreadful as an instant inaudible shout; the proclamation of the Absolute. And perhaps no other man ever came so near to calling the Creator by His own name, which can only be written I Am.
-- GK Chesterton, The Dumb Ox
At GIGO, Rafa writes, "There is no defense without an attack and, at least the ones I have known of or read about, an unborn baby is not attacking anyone."
At Zillas, TEEBONE retorts, "You are wrong. Self-defense is about a THREAT, whether it is intentional or not. If the threat to life and limb exists, then the right to exercise lethal force to stop it exists, also."
This exchange inspires yours truly to write a comforting bedtime story. Suitable for all children, from eight to eighty.
* ahem, ahem *
Once upon a time, TEEBONE was walkin' down the street singing ... er no, he was walkin' down the street, mindin' his own business, as is his wont.
ANYWAYS, a school bus full-o-children sans driver is barreling down the street towards ol' T. We may never find out what happened to the bus driver, but never you mind. TEE had a solution! He prayed like he never prayed before. It was a miracle! Of the likes none have seen in modern times. An armed and loaded rocket launcher appears in his hands.
Whooosh! Ka-boom! And the bus is stopped in its tracks.
"Heh," grunts TEE, "It was a threat." And TEE starts whistlin' down the street.
And he lived happily ever after.
The End.
(*) Apologies to Rocky and Bulwinkle.