I took my boys to their first concert - Rush Vapor Trails tour. They were 15 and 17. Outdoor venue. We had tickets for seats about halfway back left of center. Someone was in our seats when we got there. They had the same seat assignments on their tickets. So we went to the office and explained the situation. The agent came out and verified the error.
Then she turned around and said follow me and started walking toward the stage. She said let me know when you want to stop. We ended up 8 rows back center stage.
When they opened with Tom Sawyer their jaws dropped. Best firs concert experience you could ask for!
A Farewell to Kings
When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow?
We turned our gaze from the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down on the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering the sacred halls of truth
Ancient nobles showering their bitterness on youth
Can't we find the minds that made us strong?
Oh, can't we learn to feel what's right and what's wrong?
Can’t we raise our eyes and make a start?
Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart?
The year is 1949.
The Nobel Prize in Medicine has just gone to the man who invented the lobotomy. Your doctor suggests one for your sister, who has not been herself since the baby came. It is the most celebrated advance in psychiatry of the age, and he is simply current. By the time the prize curdles into an embarrassment, close to twenty thousand Americans have had the operation, and proportionally more here in Britain.
The year is 1956.
Lay the baby down on his front, the doctor says. So does the most trusted childcare book ever written, the one on every new mother's shelf. On his back he might choke, the reasoning goes. Millions obey. The advice holds for nearly thirty years, long after the evidence has quietly turned, and a generation of cot deaths is counted before anyone thinks to roll the babies over.
The year is 1966.
A bestselling book informs your wife that menopause is a disease, that she is, in the author's word, a castrate, and that a small daily pill will keep her youthful and tolerable to live with. Her doctor agrees. The drug becomes one of the most prescribed in the country. Nobody mentions that the author sat on the payroll of the company that made it. That detail surfaces decades later, in the same year the landmark trial is halted early for raising rates of breast cancer, stroke and clots.
The year is 1979.
Your ulcer is caused by stress and sharp food, the doctor explains. Calm down, drink milk, take the antacid that happens to be the best-selling medicine on earth. Two Australians are about to prove that most ulcers are caused by a bacterium and cured by a fortnight of antibiotics. The profession laughs. One of them eventually drinks a beaker of the stuff to settle the matter. The establishment takes the better part of twenty years to stop laughing. The Nobel lands in 2005.
The year is 1985.
Butter is dangerous, the doctor says. Switch to margarine, it is modern, it is heart-healthy, the experts are united. The spread he nudges you toward is loaded with trans fats, which the next decade will identify as the genuinely dangerous one, and which will eventually be banned outright. The butter goes quietly back in the fridge. No correction is ever printed at the volume of the original warning.
The year is 1992.
There is a pyramid on the surgery wall, and the very same one in your grandchild's classroom. Bread, cereal, rice and pasta form the broad virtuous base, up to eleven servings a day. Fat is exiled to the tiny tip. The chart was reportedly held back a year while the relevant industries had their say. It is wrong at the bottom and wrong at the top.
Now it is today.
Your doctor has new guidelines, new studies, a fresh consensus, delivered with precisely the steady confidence of every guideline above. He believes it, and he has good reason to. So did every doctor in this thread. None of them were villains. Each was sincere, most were kind, and all were certain, reading from a map that somebody else had drawn and handed them. That is the part worth sitting with.
So when the man in the white coat tells you what to eat, what to fear, and what to swallow every morning for the rest of your life, you are allowed to ask. Who paid for the study. What the evidence says beneath the headline. What he was just as certain about thirty years ago, and where that advice sits now.
Then make up your own mind. Call it scepticism, or call it whatever your grandmother called it when she ignored the advert, kept the butter where it was, and lived to ninety-one.
It has outlasted every consensus on this list. It will outlast this one too.
What if I told you it acted like a brain and the whole thing can talk to each other and it’s actually in charge of the atmosphere hydrosphere and agrosphere?
Its electrical activity rivals local natural current flows.
We are living in Plato's cave, and everything is orchestrated by the elites. You are consuming what's being served to you: the propaganda, the divisions, the revolutions, everything is being orchestrated, and you are just a pawn.
The sooner we realize this, the better. They are getting desperate.
@PBMaxTrojan@Outdoctrination Tillamook is very good ice cream, but they do use tara gum as an emulsifier in a lot of their flavors.
I've not found anything cleaner than Haagen Daaz vanilla, coffee or strawberry. They probably have other clean flavors too, but those are my go to flavors.
@TropiskPlanet@Outdoctrination Because I agree that real ice cream is good for you. That's why I clarified. I've seen other studies with the same conclusion that did specify natural ice cream. I'd be very skeptical if the highly processed versions were included.
Nothing is universally true in relationships including your experience. If you found your soulmate, what is the purpose of marriage?
Would you be less happy together if you never signed a legally binding contract?
All true loving relationships must be voluntary or there is no virtue in them. They should require no government enforcement to perpetuate them.
Nor should they have to last a lifetime. Each individual is unique and must be allowed to grow in their own understanding. There is no guarantee that that will always be the same for both of you.
Be grateful for every happy time you share and gracious enough to let go when you no longer do.
The best years of my life came after my divorce and I am grateful for that too.
Faith should not slay reason. Reason is the divine director God himself has placed within each of us:
"...it [the soul] does all that the daemon wishes, which Zeus hath given to every man for his guardian and guide, a portion of himself. And this is every man's understanding and reason."
-Marcus Aurelius
"He [Zeus] has assigned to each man a director, his own personal daemon, and committed him to his guardianship; a director whose vigilance no slumbers interrupt, and whom no false reasoning can deceive."
-Epictetus
Plato wrote in the Timaeus:
"God has given to each of us, as his daemon, that kind of soul which is housed in the top of our body and which raises us, seeing that we are not an earthly but a heavenly plant up from earth towards our kindred in the heaven... for it is by suspending our head and root from that region whence the substance of our soul first came that the Divine Power keeps upright our whole body."
Cleanthes beheld Zeus guiding "the universal force, Reason, through all things interfused... Thyself of all the sovran and the source." From this flows "Eternal Reason, which the wicked flee and disregard... Ill fated folk, for would they but obey with understanding heart, from day to day their life were full of blessing, but they turn each to his sin, by folly led astray."
To claim that faith must slay reason, this heavenly daemon, and pretending doing so is a "service to God" is to embrace the very ignorance and folly Cleanthes condemns. It is the path of superstition and zealotry that leads only to the reckless deeds of men whose own hearts lead them to perversity. Plato warns us in the Sophist that "We certainly must contend by every argument against him who does away with knowledge or reason or mind and then makes any dogmatic assertion about anything."
Listen instead to the daemon God appointed in you.