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Greedy Grannies [Oct. 28th, 2004|10:37 am]
Tony Grist
I'm still reeling a bit from the affair of the misappropriated photographs. It makes me sad. Mainly I want to give the person concerned a big hug and say, "hey, forget about it. We all make mistakes. Now get back to posting."

Otherwise I've been excited by the discovery of a race of little people on the island of Flores in the Indonesian archipelago. OK, the ones they've found are all dead, but they haven't been dead all that long in evolutionary terms- just a few thousand years. Islanders speak of having seen them around as recently as the early 19th century- which means there could still be some of them alive out there in the deep jungle.

The islanders call them ebu gogo- which means something like "greedy grannies". The scientists have nicknamed them "hobbits".

These little guys had brains no bigger than a chimpanzee's but made delicate stone tools. They hunted pygmy elephants and were hunted in their turn by giant rats. And, no, check the calendar- it isn't April 1. This is bona fide, cutting edge science.

We've got used to thinking of ourselves as the only humanoid species around, but here's proof that, until quite recently, there was at least one other living alongside us. The received wisdom is found to be wrong- again! I find this thrilling.
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[User Picture]From: jackiejj
2004-10-30 06:43 pm (UTC)
In the end it was Art that saved me. "Christian" art is so tacky and derivative and shallow. I couldn't be doing without the hard stuff.

I once visualized, for my pleasure, a "place" in Heaven (meaning anything outside our world) where God lived. It was near rocks, and there was a cave, and weeds. It was a rather bleak place, and God lived in below ground. There was no artistry in this place! It didn't even feel "holy," particularly. And what was God doing "living" in a dark hole?

But there it was. That's what I came up with.

There were beings around there--angels--and I got to do what they were doing, which was to sing to God.

It wasn't boring! It was perfectly joyful.

I can't imagine a throne and streets. I just get this place in the middle of something, and there's all this music, and I get to be part of it. That's the Holy Art that comes up from me.

It's not very thrilling or beautiful. There's nothing but nature, and it's a very simple, kind of boring place.

And a hole in the ground?
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