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TANATA is devoted to discussing the paradoxes and the mysteries of life, among which is the paradox of the coexistence of good and evil. “God is love,” John tells us. Evil exists, we would suggest, not because God is detached or unconcerned, but because free will exists which is required for true, unforced love to exist. Still, it is painfully hard to reconcile this paradox. We believe that all evil one day will be judged and destroyed, until then we must pray.

JOB XI

7 “Can you fathom the mysteries of God? Can you probe the limits of the Almighty?

8 They are higher than the heavens—what can you do? They are deeper than the depths of the grave — what can you know?

9 Their measure is longer than the earth and wider than the sea.

10 “If he comes along and confines you in prison and convenes a court, who can oppose him?

11 Surely he recognizes deceitful men; and when he sees evil, does he not take note?

12 But a witless man can no more become wise than a wild donkey’s colt can be born a man.

13 “Yet if you devote your heart to him and stretch out your hands to him,

14 if you put away the sin that is in your hand and allow no evil to dwell in your tent,

15 then you will lift up your face without shame; you will stand firm and without fear.

16 You will surely forget your trouble, recalling it only as waters gone by.

17 Life will be brighter than noonday, and darkness will become like morning.

18 You will be secure, because there is hope; you will look about you and take your rest in safety.

19 You will lie down, with no one to make you afraid, and many will court your favor.

 

 

 

Monday
11Aug

« Which Dream Do I Believe? »

DateMonday, August 11, 2008

I fear that I shall face myself
But recollection’s weak
There were those nights so long ago
When I awoke from sleep
I was walked or I was walking
Who knows for how long
A hidden cranny of the house
My dark and odd thoughts strong
How easy it would be to take
A body’s DNA
In tissue or in liquid form
To ready for the day
That they would let you meet yourself
So they can drive you mad
Would that not be the strangest dream
That you have ever had?
Except it’s not a dream
It’s just over the horizon
We know how we can save ourselves …
If we know where to run
We’ll simply have to hope
Our other self’s not fast
What a maddening way to go
Killed by yourself at last
They love this stuff, genetics
Maybe the Snake gave Eve
To mate with Adam … and here we’re cursed!
Which dream do I believe?

— rcg

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