A question, and then an observation. The latter's for the Tobe alone, so nobody here needs to read it unless desperate for something to read.
So the Tobe is cruising down the highway, sitting way up there in the cab of a big semi-truck, like a bird on the top branch of a tree. And not only that, but a bird perching there with a tall wall around it.
When out on the highway, I pass big semi-trucks all the time.
I have yet to pass one where I can actually see what the driver, way up there halfway to the sun, is doing inside his cab.
How'd the chick manage that?
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On the other thing, I've pointed this out to the Tobe before, but just like all the other primitives who ignore the advice and counsel of franksolich despite the considerable perils it poses, and the Tobe hasn't paid the least bit of attention.
Hinduism is an ancient and venerated religion, and obviously an effective one because like franksolich's religion, it's been around a long time. Things that don't work don't last long, excepting of course governmental employees.
However, it's appropriate and truly useful
only for those born and raised in its culture, its
milieu, in this case south-central Asia and surrounding regions; they're the only people who can understand it, and hence benefit from it.
Someone of European derivation born and raised in bucolic Georgia is no more capable of understanding Hinduism than a Hottentot is. We respect it, but we can't understand it.
There's been many primitives of European derivation who've been attracted to eastern religions--by the way, has anyone seen the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive lately?--but for wholly negative reasons. They hate Christianity or Judaism, and since it's hip, cool, trendy, with it, to be a rebel, to be different, they flock to this stuff.
Which appears to be the Tobe's case. For whatever reasons, he wishes to reject the love and care and faith of those who gave him life and raised him, and so he's turned to this, to find peace and serenity and wisdom.
The Tobe might insist that he tried the faith of his fathers, and it "didn't work."
It didn't work because he was being an ass about it; he didn't
want it to work.
I suggest, based upon a
lifetime of observation of people adopting things alien to their natures, that no matter how much the Tobe "rams" and "oh rams" and "oh oh rams," he's never going to find peace and serenity and wisdom from it.
The Tobe needs to stick with what sustained his own people through the ages; I suspect if he'd just go to a few camp meetings, a few revivals, and a good Baptist church every week--with an open and accepting mind--he'll get the peace and serenity and wisdom he seeks.
He ain't gonna get it no other way than that way, because that's what he is, a backwoods Georgia boy.
