September 11th, 2011


A thought about dementors

This thought just occurred to me: if dementors are blind, how do they tell one human from another? Oh yeah, as per book 4, THEY CAN'T. All humans look like food to them, just at varying levels of having been munched on. So sending the dementors out amongst hundreds of people (at Hogwart's) to look for one in particular (Sirius Black) is rather a stupid move on the ministry's part. It's rather like asking a completely blind human to feel over 100 pre-shelled hard boiled eggs and asking them to find the one dyed green. They may eventually get hungry enough to pick one at random and call it the green one, which is why, I think, Harry almost got Kissed.

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Today's service

Today was the first UU regular service, so they had two services: one at 9:15 and one at 11:15. Gee, guess which one I went to? :-D The 11:15 of course!

Well, it was interesting. I was expecting a lot of talk about 9/11, but they only mentioned it twice, almost in passing. Good. Instead, they had an interesting story for the reading. "The Great Mirror" by Rabbi Rami M. Shapiro. It was about how God made Adam from clay, and how Adam was both male and female, and was all the colors of the earth (brown, yellow, red, black, etc). God thought Adam would be fine on hir own, but s/he was lonely, so God made Eve, who was also all the colors of the earth. And over time, as they had children and the children had children, that the colors divided over time. People got hung up on the divisions, so God made a great mirror that, when they looked into it, they saw everyone else and God, not themselves. Then God broke the mirror into infinite small pieces and put pieces into everyone's eyes, so looking in each other's eyes was the same as looking in the original mirror. The story was that a Rabbi told some children this story, they looked into each others eyes and were awed, holding each other tight, and God gave a great sigh of hope. Beautiful story. I hope to find a copy somewhere.

The sermon was pretty cool, too. It referenced the mirror story, and it also talked about how, for the first 1000 years of its history, Christianity held that Earth was Eden, that the garden had gone a little off, and it was Christians' duty to help improve it by feeding the hungry, sheltering the homeless, clothing the naked, healing the sick, etc. Paradise wasn't the afterlife, it was THIS life. (Which, in a way, makes Jesus's words about the rich being unable to enter paradise make more sense; if one is greedy and thinks one can own land or have power over others, they're less apt to see the world as divine paradise and much more apt to see it as property or potential property.) The early Church also took "Thou shalt not kill" VERY seriously, because of Christ's teaching that all human beings are siblings in God. It was only at the start of the crusades when things started to go wrong, when murder became sanctified and empire was more important than tending God's garden, the earth. Which helped me to understand why so many converted to Christianity from paganism, if it started out so beautifully, and I don't doubt that it did. THAT sounds like a lovely religion. Why can't modern Christianity be like that, instead of being obsessed with death, converting the infidels, the end of the world, and hatred; an obsession with a specific future that makes the present seem to them like a holding pattern. (It also means that Islam is starting to come down with the same illness Christianity got sick with 1000 years ago. Let's hope they get over it soon, and let's hope they then pass immunity to the illness on to Christianity.)

Also, the choir. The summer choir is a total of four people. But the main choir was five ROWS of people! Huge difference. But none of the summer choir members were in the main choir, as far as I could tell. Which reminds me, there was one summer singer who was rather interesting. She can't be any older than 35, and looks blond from a distance. But get closer, and you can see her hair is paper-white. Makes me wonder if it was naturally that way, like my aunt Barb's hair, or if she somehow did something to it to be that way.

I want to find a copy of hymn #1064, "Blue Boat Home." It's a pretty awesome song.

Didn't have time to chat with Shao'Kehn on the way, I was thisclose to missing the bus. And on the way back, I was too hot to even think at all. Luckily, I keep the evil yellow daystar's light out of my apartment as much as possible and so it's cooler in here than it is outside.

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