Reflections on Freedom

I find it tantalizingly strange that people who believe that we are victims of our environment tend to seem like victims of their environment, and people who believe that we are masters of our our destiny tend to seem like masters of their destiny.

Maybe we are both victims of our environment, and masters of our own destiny, the same as we are both physical (our body) and non-physical (our thoughts.) And maybe we belong to each category in proportion to how much we believe we belong to each category.

Perhaps our bodies are victims of our environment because they belong to our environment, and perhaps our minds are masters of our own destiny because they are not of the physical world.

The physical world effects our minds and helps shape them, but perhaps in the realm of pure thought we are free.

You know, like the guy in this song:



Or the guy in this vat:

http://www.sechumscm.org/WhereAmI.html

Or the guy who wrote these words, sitting inside on a lovely spring Saturday afternoon. Time to go become part of the environment.

Anyone For Barbecue???

I walked outside of our office and smelled the delicious smell of some barbecued meat. We're kind of secluded so I wondered where it was coming from.

For some reason I remembered a time a few months ago when a customer asked me if it was creepy working so near a funeral home. I didn't know what she was talking about. She pointed to a small building maybe 300 yards away and told me it was the crematorium.

I wished I hadn't remembered that- I looked over and saw smoke rising out of the small crematorium chimney and it was blowing right toward us. Thus, barbecued meat.