I wrote that 828 days ago before I understood the comments or shoutout feature. I must have posted my blog and while it went mostly unnoticed, kind-hearted person that you are, responded directly to the blog.

Fast-forward to the present and the lovely wasoxygen has been mining into the deep hubski. If you see his post on this page (click parent a few times), you'll see that he posted a link to the original blog and you'll see your comment posted back when we were two and a quarter years younger. This was long before mirroring.

You will also see that after Was dredged this up from the deep web, b_b is right along with him, stomping in the snow.

The discussion has now morphed into whether we choose our beliefs or not (see Was and b_b's comments). b_b says that we arrive at a belief rather than choosing it. Then he says this:

If each of us simply chose what to believe, I think our beliefs would be disingenuous.

I disagree. We can arrive, after some searching and critical thinking, at beliefs that seem right, that sustain us or throw us into despair, but after that arrival, I still think we are choosing. I can consciously choose despair or hope, compassion or rage.

In the recent Thanksgiving post, I reiterated this idea saying, "I'm grateful for the ability and freedom to question all dogma, including self-created and self-imposed dogma - how do I know what I know? What assumptions and mythologies do I subscribe to?"

Over and out on this topic for now, but tng, do check the link to the original post. I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving. I'm currently in NYC and about to do a bunch of citystuff.

Edit: Spellcheck wanted to change citystuff to crystal meth. I have a very idiosyncratic spellchecker.