The following is from Wordsmith.org.
A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
“Writing is like driving a car at night. You can only see as far as the headlights, but you make the whole trip that way.” -Cory Doctorow, author and journalist (b. 17 Jul 1971).
“Too often, I just want to sit in the car, and pretend I’m going somewhere. You don’t even have to turn on the headlights or start the engine, if you do that!” (DTEB)
I think that what Doctorow’s vivid comment means is that writers don’t see very far ahead. They travel in the dark, the length of their headlights, until they reach their destination.
This is one of my problems as a writer. I want to know how the story ends before I begin. And when I don’t know, I just sit in the car, and make engine noises.
It is not just in writing that I do this. I have a tendency to do it in every area of my life. I nearly let my sweetheart get away without marrying her. Why? I didn’t know how the story would end. (After nearly forty-five years, it hasn’t ended, but I like the way the story is unfolding a lot!) It may be safer to sit in the car and pretend to be going somewhere, but it is lonely. Ultimately, it isn’t much fun, either.
I nearly stayed in a horrible, debilitating addiction. Why? I didn’t know how the story would end. I was afraid to divulge all my secrets, afraid that exposure of these secrets really would be the end of my story. It turned out to be the beginning of a whole new story, which I like so much better than the old one.
I nearly failed to get my Ph.D. Why? I didn’t know how the story would end. I preferred just sitting in the car, pretending that I could have gotten my Ph.D. What a frustratingly wonderful trip I would have missed if I had not decided to turn on the engine and lights, and put the car in gear!
On and on it goes.
We are not all of us writers, but we all are writing our life stories. We do it with our thoughts, our attitudes, our words. Above all, we do with our actions.
We were not made to sit in the car, and say, “Varummm! Varummm!” The darkness is real, and the road is difficult. But we do have headlights.
And, as Dan Fogelberg said in his song “Nexus,”
“Blessed the traveler
Who journeys the length of the light.”
The following is from a website that I like a lot—“A-Word-a-Day”. (https://wordsmith.org/words/today.html), accessed 03-09-2018
“A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
‘What has occurred over the course of the last few centuries is a growing (but by no means universal or certain) recognition that science gets the job done, while religion makes excuses. Sometimes they are very pretty excuses that capture the imagination of the public, but ultimately, when you want to win a war or heal a dying child or get rich from a discovery or explore Antarctica, you turn to science and reason, or you fail. -PZ Myers, biology professor (b. 9 Mar 1957)’ ”
Now, as will soon become apparent, I don’t entirely agree with this quote. However, quite often, those who oppose us can teach us a great deal. This is, at least in part, because they are right and we are not.
Religion does, far too often, make excuses. And science has indeed enriched our lives. I wrote part of this post while waiting for my coffee to perk. It stopped on its own. I used to watch my grandmother keeping an eagle eye on her boiling coffee pot. She didn’t dare leave it and do something else, lest it boil dry. What enabled my coffee pot to stop on its own? I’ll give you a hint: It wasn’t religion.
If I were using an old-fashioned pot to make my coffee (and given my attention deficit disorderly mind), I might burn our house down. Religion might help me to feel forgiven, but my house would still be ashes and cinders.
On a much more serious note, I heard a man being interviewed on “Fresh Air” on NPR. Terry Gross asked him about his church involvement. He said that he had left the church when he was in his early teens. He had asked serious questions about the evil in the world, and had been simply told that it was God’s will.
Often, for believers and unbelievers alike, such words are not an explanation. They are an excuse. The gentleman who was being interviewed was struggling with the death of a favorite uncle, and also with some children about his age who had died.
Of course, science has its own problems. Science (and its stepchild technology) have been used to win wars, but also to make them even more lethal. Chemistry is usually considered a science. Chemical warfare is likely not something most scientists are proud of.
Perhaps the problem with both science and religion is that they share a problem: human nature. Both science and religion are connected with human nature. The virtues and vices of both science and religion are the virtues and vices of humankind. Both have a tendency to become all-consuming.
And, frankly, both science and religion tend to offer excuses, instead of “getting the job done.” Both science and religion have a tendency to say, “Don’t blame us! We’re fine! It’s just how people use us that’s the problem!”
That may well be true at one level. However, at a deeper level, it sounds to me like an excuse, rather than a rational explanation. It doesn’t matter whether science or religion is saying it.
It should also be asked whether science and religion are always as incompatible as the quote above implies. Sometimes, no doubt, they are. However, there have been (and still are) excellent scientists who are also very religious.
I’m not an expert on either science or religion, but I suspect that the same things might make both stronger and better. One is an unrelenting quest for what is true. The other is a dogged humility about how much we actually know about that truth.
I have discovered a wonderful website called A.Word.A.Day with Anu Garg. In addition to my Scripture reading, prayers, and addiction recovery activities, it is a very important part of how I begin my day. (Anu Garg would probably be amazed to find that a Christian finds his writings to be extremely helpful, but at this Christian does! Hey! Truth is truth wherever you find it.)
As an introduction to today’s word (and, indeed as an introduction to this week’s words), Garg tells a wonderful story about a flight attendant he encountered. Her name was “Frankly.” No story behind the name; her father just wanted to name her that.
Names are important. If we have children, it is important what we name them. In the Bible—particularly in the Old Testament—the names given to children often foreshadow their characters. However, sometimes Old Testament characters are given really crappy names. For example, the name “Caleb” apparently means “dog.” The name “Jabez” seems to be related to the Hebrew word for pain.
Now, I got teased on the playground a lot anyway. I’m so grateful that my mom and dad didn’t name me “Dog” or “Pain.”
However, Caleb was a bold, risk-taker, and Pain wasn’t. I mean he wasn’t pain. Some people live up to or down to their names, while others live way beyond their names.
What we call ourselves and one another matters. I have a tendency to call myself very unflattering names. Sometimes, I extend the same courtesy to others. Such name-calling is not helpful. In fact, it is harmful.
A good friend of mine doesn’t like it when I call myself an addict. He would like me to say instead, “I have an addiction.” He may well have a point.
Perhaps I could experiment with calling myself and others some good names, some hopeful names. I am not fond of some politicians, but what if I stopped calling them nasty names? They may or may not change, but I would change, and change for the better. The names we give other people don’t just affect them. They also help to form us.
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