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It is what it is, or what we think it is?

August5

In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.

– Hubert H. Humphrey

Thoughts?

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I’m off to Colorado (yet again) for a few days — Mike has a conference in Denver, so we’re joining him, then spending the weekend with my folks.

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5 Comments to

“It is what it is, or what we think it is?”

  1. Avatar August 5th, 2008 at 10:35 pm Meghan Says:

    Have fun in Colorado!! Say hi to everyone for me. Ask/hint/tell Lani to update her page with new pictures, please!
  2. Avatar August 6th, 2008 at 2:15 pm Kate Says:

    I believe that your perspective is everything. We have so many different possibilities every day in the percpective we choose to take on life – perhaps “it is what we believe it is?” Ok…that’s my waxing philosophical for the day. I am still under a heap of boxes and cleaning in the new house & haven’t blogged in ages!
  3. Avatar August 9th, 2008 at 9:53 am Mermade Says:

    I believe that we do not see the world as it is; we see the world as we are. That is a famous quote — I am not sure who said it, but it rings true for me.
  4. Avatar August 13th, 2008 at 4:49 am Larc Says:

    WAIT – we were in Denver around the same time??? We were at Worldcon downtown from the 6th through the 10th. Fun! And before that visiting my sil (the one whose wedding I called you from) and meeting her 6 week-old baby boy!! Hope you had fun!
  5. Avatar August 13th, 2008 at 6:45 am Allison Says:

    Aw, man! We totally were in Denver at the same time. I was in the Tech Center (South, near-ish to Park Meadows) on Wed/Thur/Fri. You wouldn’t have seen Maya, since she was with the grandparents in Monument, but you could have met Mr. G!

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After a childhood of immersion in my family's religious tradition, I hit college and my first true experience with the question, "why?" Why did I believe as I did? If I thought about it, I had no idea. So, I spent the next ten years not thinking about it.

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Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.

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But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.