A sobering thought emerged in my mind this morning
as I sipped coffee:  I am surrounded by
things I am incapable of understanding. 

I
don’t understand religious people.  They worship a superhuman controlling power
while simultaneously seeming to ignore all the horrible occurrences which such
a being would have caused were it to be real.  They fear death so much that they believe in an “afterlife.”  I have a friend who refuses to accept the
mounting scientific evidence of the perils of global warming, yet he accepts
blindly and with no evidential support the concept of life-after-death.

I
don’t understand hunting.  As far as I’m concerned, people who wear camouflage clothing and hide in
the bushes waiting to kill innocent animals are genetically inferior
cowards.  It is when they defend it as “sport”
that it becomes clear they have no idea what sport is, unless they apply the simplistic definition of “fun,” in which
event they prove what I have said above.  If the poor deer were capable of shooting back, then it might be sport.

I
don’t understand voluntarily poisoning oneself with cigarettes.  I admit that when I was younger, I did
smoke.  But when I came to realize (as
everyone now must) all the health hazards of tobacco, I stopped.  While I concede that quitting the habit can
be difficult, it really boils down to this:  Do I want to keep ingesting poison that will sooner or later cause me to
suffer terrible and painfully poor health, or not?  Add to this the high cost of a pack of
cigarettes these days.  When I quit, they
cost 50 cents per pack.  They run 15 to
20 times that at present.  Yet I often
see people who obviously couldn’t afford a good vacation buying smokes.  I wonder what their children are doing
without. 

I DO understand blog readers’ attention spans.  Ergo, I shall end my harangue here.  Have a great weekend.