There’s magic in truthfulness that separates lofty ideals worth achieving from delusions and rituals that lead us down a rosy path. If you were searching for something unbreakable, enduring and eternal, a steadfast trudge for truthfulness will show you why that is unlikely. You will wake up to find your nest egg was stolen, history changed, and find yourself betrayed by people you thought were reasonably sane. If you thought any of these delusions existed, this moment would feel empty.
I finished another book on Florida. Les Standiford’s, “Last Train to Paradise”, describes Henry Flagler’s bankrupting effort to extend the railroad from Miami to Key West. He rode that train; and died before the 1935 hurricane turned Marathon Key into an empty wasteland and the train and tracks were washed to sea while attempting a rescue. Ernest Hemmingway said, “Not even the buzzards survived.” Should we stay? Many people do.
I read this article, “Did Jesus Have a Wife?” Eminent Harvard historian and feminist, Karen King, would like to prove that he did so much she is willing to be deluded by Walter Fritz, a lazy con-artist who could have been a serious scholar. Provenance – finding the chain of ownership. History is easy to make up, but it is hard to change facts. Facts are your friends; ideals are a fantasy, an empty promise, without the facts.
The law of conservation says that energy is stored or may be expended, but it is always there. It is never empty. That’s a fact.