This blog is for those who want to take a moment and think of principles and powers greater than our individual lives, while appreciating the beauty, terror, pain, and wonder that we all are. This blog is for your own reflection and mine as well. Also, today marks another great loss to our world community with the assassination of Bhutto.

Man has wrested from nature the power to make the world a desert or to make the deserts bloom. There is no evil in the atom, only in men's souls

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I highly recommend the Fallout series for those interested in a bleak post apocalyptic game. These games are brilliantly produced in about every aspect. I also recommend a book by Cormac McCarthy, The Road. You will not be disappointed with the pain, beauty, horror,and hopelessnes in this post apocalyptic story of a father and his son surviving.

Man is only a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed. There is no need for the whole universe to take up arms to crush him: a vapour, a drop of water is enough to kill him. But even if the universe were to crush him, man would still be nobler than his slayer, because he knows that he is dying and the advantage the universe has over him. The universe knows none of this.

Thus all our dignity consists in thought. It is on thought that we must depend for our recovery, not on space and time, which we could never fill. Let us then strive to think well; that is the basic principle of morality.

Thought: this alone is inseparable from me. I am, I exist- that is certain. But for how long? For as long as I am thinking. For it could be that were I totally to cease from thinking, I should totally cease to exist. At present I am not admitting anything except what is necessarily true. I am, then, in the strict sense only a thing that thinks; that is, I am a mind, or intelligence, or intellect, or reason- words whose meaning I have been ignorant of until now. But for that I am a thing which is real and which truly exists. But what kind of thing? As I have just said- a thinking thing.

-Pensees, trans. A.J. Krailsheimer, No. 200, p.95

-Second Meditation, op. cit., II, p. 18