Motus Mentis

9 Comments

1. TheBigHenry says

   Thanks for that link, Malcolm. My own children and grandchildren could tell a very similar ancestral story about me and my parents.

   My parents never apologized for anything they accomplished in their lives (not the least of which being their survival of the Holocaust). Neither do I.

   Posted May 1, 2014 at 12:51 am | Permalink
2. Joseph Moroco says

   Maybe the correct answer is just to say, “You have no idea the guilt I feel for the gift of an unearned and vast inherited intellect.”

   Posted May 1, 2014 at 11:01 am | Permalink
3. Dom says

   I liked the article too, but the comments were disgusting. So much so that I have to wonder if a few weren’t from sock-puppets.

   Posted May 1, 2014 at 2:18 pm | Permalink
4. Malcolm says

   Joseph,

   That’s really where the interesting philosophical question is. So much of what we become is due to innate qualities; even our industriousness, time preference, and so on are largely heritable.

   Posted May 1, 2014 at 3:18 pm | Permalink
5. JK says

   Dom?

   Comments are entrails. (you’ve smelled mine) & what currency have they got but flocks of circling buzzards?

   the Life is in the post. Whatever follows is just that. Ass biscuits on a desert plain mostly.

   very rarely does any comment survive erosion. Considering individuals recognize (and sometimes appreciate) the landscape. But all are mostly subject to the same forces of geologic time, or virologic but as it happens, we humans were never gifted in a “polity” sense to recognize the carving of our monuments.

   I’m always figuring to be a dried horseturd blown away off some mountaintop … notice “mountaintop” doesn’t

   well Dom … go ahead but be sure to rinse before you repeat whatever you consider me to be.

   and candidly (though I’d enjoy enjoying for as long as I might) I’m figuring someday an archaeolgist will come along and declare, “This fellow obviously was attacked and chewed on by a T Rex – appears the dino especially enjoyed his marrow.

   Of course I won’t be around to tell that archaeologist he’s “full of shit” in the same manner I’ve enjoyed you telling me I am but … with the exception of our digital selves I’m figuring we’re no more than horseturds and time.

   Unless maybe Dom, you’re George Washington’s lost dentures in which case you’ll have a place in the Smithsonian. But I will not trade places.

   Posted May 1, 2014 at 7:54 pm | Permalink
6. Dom says

   And then there are comments that just add immeasurably to the original post.

   Posted May 2, 2014 at 1:14 pm | Permalink
7. Musey says

   Check your privilege. That means you, not your parents or grandparents. It means now as you live with advantages that others don’t have and have no chance of enjoying. All it means is that we should give some thought to those whose lives are different to ours, and try to put ourselves in their shoes. If that had happened in the 1930’s maybe the holocaust would never have happened.

   Posted May 7, 2014 at 3:09 am | Permalink
8. Malcolm says

   You raise an important point, Musey, and it deserves a post of its own.

   Posted May 7, 2014 at 2:03 pm | Permalink
9. Musey says

   I bet you wish you hadn’t bothered. Sorry for the bad feeling that resulted. I never meant for that to happen.

   Regards and best wishes.

   Posted May 11, 2014 at 3:45 am | Permalink