Collective Sand Party - Everybody's Invited

     I don't mind going to a party, as in celebrating a birthday or the like, but always disliked going when coerced. You have to go! What will people think if you don't show up? It's not going to hurt you one bit to go! Well, sometimes, I admit it's not always as bad as I thought it would be, but this collective sand party is one where they'll be dragging me kicking and screaming. Before I start pleading my case though, I will concede, reluctantly, that while a little collective sand is inevitable and unavoidable, I reserve the right to hose down, re-groom and withdraw to my own little hobble. You see, I grew up and the allure of the beach parties with their sand castles disappeared when the tide of reality came rolling in. You see, I listened to a friend who talked some about sand and about a rock. No one wants to talk about the Rock anymore --- everyone wants to talk about the sand, and if we use all the sand, we'll be able to build this incredible castle. All you have to do is forget about the tide and that silly old Rock.

     I suppose everyone's wise to me now. This is going to be another cheap shot at my " Deluded Dreamers". I really can't afford to do much else and as people start waking up they'll realize the same. This is usually when a good "DD" will remind me that we're all in this together, and I agree. As Lewis acknowledged in his fleet of ships analogy, most people will agree that the ship needs to be seaworthy. Secondly, that for the safety of the other ships, rules of the sea must be observed. Thirdly, the one that causes all the conflict and confusion, is agreement on the destination. I must be blind at this point not to see the obvious innuendos of a socialistic unity as the only way to achieve the obvious goals. Well, what's the cost of membership going to be? Oh,  and what exactly is a member? What kind of a unit --- oops! I mean member am I? I mean we are all like the grains of sand, united in our quest to build our super, fantastical sand castle. Oh! I almost forgot, who gets to be the architect? As you probably suspected I have a few thoughts of my own. Shoot, I just broke one of those membership rules ---- private thoughts and or opinions are strictly prohibited and unnecessary and will be supplied by the state. Obviously, this is one of those silly blunders I always seem to make. I hope someone has the good sense to respond and give me a good name-calling. That's the best way to deal with people who are too stupid to change. Sorry! I'm too stupid to learn my lesson so I'll continue.

     It's time for a quote. "...the modern notion that children should call their parents by their Christian names is so perverse.  For this is an effort to ignore the difference in kind, which makes for real organic unity.  They are trying to inoculate the child with the preposterous view that one's mother is simply a fellow citizen like everyone else, to make it ignorant of what all men know and insensible to what all men feel.  They are trying to drag the featureless repetitions of the collective into the fuller and more concrete world of the family.  A convict has a number instead of a name.  That is the collective idea carried to its extreme."  C.S. Lewis

     Well, I am a firm believer in membership, one that acknowledges how unique we all are and the awesome way in which we compliment the body, one that bestows abundant honor on members perceived to be less honorable, one that suffers when another suffers and rejoices when another is honored. I hear an objection coming ---- Why can't I see how truly collective this is? I'm not going to disagree. This is true unity! I hate to gig your bum now by bringing up that silly old Rock again. He told me that this little grain of a person that I am shouldn't be yoked to you forgetful little grains regardless of the fact that at some point He may require me to lay down my life for one of you. You know, grains that are prone to huge exaggerations, denying the Rock, doing despicable things like dismembering little unborn grains and throwing them in the trash while reaping huge profits, and let's not forget the less discreet grains engaged in their nasty little perversions with anything that walks or just about walks, oh, and the grains that worship little made-up rocks while telling little fibbers about them all being the same. Gosh, after all, things have always been going on the same way forever what with all this evolving and constant mastering of concepts like relativity and subjectivism.

     I know that last sentence didn't make sense [being the same and changing --- mastering the constantly revised], but some people are determined to preach it as the gospel, and we shouldn't be surprised. 2 Peter 3 tells us that in the last days scoffers walking after their own lusts would say all things continue as they were from the beginning of creation [uniformitarianism]. They would be purposely ignorant of the flood and creation. All you have to do is believe reason evolved from chaos and blind chance against insurmountable odds, that reason is an unintended by-product of a mindless process, and your mind is a product of the irrational. This is the foundation of their sandcastle and the reasoning they base the plausibility of their fairy-tale on. Sounds reasonable if reason would somehow become reasonable. I wonder if that's why chapter 3:5 says they'll be dumb on purpose. What were they thinking? Doesn't matter if thinking's just an accident like they say.

     I've got a theory ---- and it conforms partially to what they're saying. Things aren't changing much. What we're seeing is part of a revolution [as in revolving, like one of those doors]. Society goes corrupt and immoral and guess what? All sorts of things start falling out the closet just like history has shown us over and over again until the show's over and the tide comes in one more time. The sandcastles will be gone but the Rock will prevail with all His little tiny rocks that clung to the only reasonable recourse, the absolute and unchanging, the beginning and end.