Christopher Hitchens is dead.
I was going to attempt to write something eloquent about my feelings on the matter, but I really just don’t have the words.
I think I will purchase a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black this evening and drink in his honor.
Here’s to you, Mr. Hitchens. I wish I’d had the honor of knowing you and your work sooner. I can only offer up my gratitude, far too late, for enriching my poor life.
It’s been quite the morning.
I am not, as the saying goes, a “morning person.” However, I can get up, get out of bed and go through my morning routine without feeling like I’m on the verge of passing out. In that regard, I seem to be doing better than a lot of people. I have what I consider to be a more significant issue, though. Once my mind starts going into anything less than a purely active state, I begin to nod off. I’ve never found anything that consistently counteracts this. I’m not a coffee drinker–indeed, I can’t stand the stuff–so that’s of no help. My wife has prepared teas for me, to see if the caffeine would help. I take caffeine pills to help me stay awake and alert. I still can’t stop myself from starting to drift off behind the wheel. So, I’ve had to tough it out. No one’s gotten hurt yet, but probability dictates that eventually, something bad is going to happen. Read more…
Miracles are, by their very definition, impossible.
- A miracle is an event which cannot be accounted for or explained by any scientific (or “worldly”) means.
- Anything that happens can be documented.
- Anything that can be documented can be measured and/or quantified.
- Anything that can be measured/quantified can be explained by scientific means.
- All of the above are factual statements, irrespective of our current ability to accurately capture data on any given event.