The Methuselah Question

In the annals of an extraordinary life, a man’s journey spanned an astonishing nine centuries. While many might gloss over such a remarkable narrative, I’ve found myself deeply contemplating its profound implications. This extraordinary longevity presents a complex tapestry of challenges and opportunities, inviting deeper reflection on the human experience.

Imagine encountering a narrative that stretches the boundaries of human existence, revealing the possibility of a lifespan spanning nearly a millennium. The prospect of experiencing ten complete lifetimes within a single journey is both exhilarating and mind-bending, offering a glimpse into a realm of existence far beyond our current comprehension.

While technology offers clear advantages, we often neglect its potential pitfalls. Let’s first explore the notable benefits before examining the broader implications.

Envision a life spanning centuries, where time becomes an ally in mastering intricate skills. With such an extended existence, even the most mundane tasks like driving a nail straight would become second nature. Skilled artisans could elevate craftsmanship to unprecedented levels, constructing architectural marvels with unparalleled precision and artistry. The vast expanse of time might allow for intellectual pursuits once deemed impossible, such as committing entire literary canons to memory. However, this prolonged existence would also introduce fierce competition, transforming career aspirations into generational marathons. Imagine the challenge of becoming a quarterback when competitors have centuries of practice and refinement, making the path to success an arduous and potentially insurmountable journey.

The specter of lifelong impairment looms larger when contemplating extended longevity. A mere eight decades of existence pales in comparison to centuries of potential mobility constraints. Imagine being tethered to a wheelchair for seven centuries, where temporary setbacks transform into profound, enduring challenges.

As I near the twilight of my years, I ponder the challenges faced by ancient figures like Methuselah, wondering about the physical trials and endurance that accompanied such a remarkably long life.

As I near the end of my eighth decade, a tapestry of memories unfurls before me—some cherished, others weighted with the quiet ache of roads not taken. Each passing day brings unexpected echoes of past choices, casting long shadows of reflection and regret.

Memories weigh heavily, like ancient stones carried through decades. What haunting fragments did Methuselah accumulate across his impossibly long life? I reflect on my own journey, the memories that slip away unnoticed, while the ones that torment persist with stubborn clarity. Time becomes a selective archivist, preserving my pain and obscuring my peace.

I’ve heard how hypnotists help people remember. I wonder if they can help me forget.

Daily writing prompt
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

War?

The question has been repeatedly asked. They keep asking, “Is it legal?”

I do not know the official stance, but may I reply? Maduro has been waging a chemical war against us. He has killed thousands. The US has countered with conventional weapons. Maduro has lost! Though the war might continue for a short time, for him, it is over and he has lost. It has come to a sudden end. Now he will be at the mercy of the American justice.

No one will ask me for a suggestion, but I have one. Give the murderer a choice: Guantanamo Bay or the South Pole.

I appreciate NBC News for being the sole broadcast network to cover this story, while other networks remained silent. Their reporting brought an important issue to light that would have otherwise gone unnoticed. This selective coverage raises intriguing questions about media transparency and potential motivations behind editorial decisions – whether stemming from oversight or deliberate choice. If possible, maybe both.

But What’s It For?

Years ago, I bought one of those TI calculators that does everything. Many might not remember them, but it had a card reader and was really slick. I really used it a lot. I even wrote about a dozen programs that, at the time, were pretty useful.

It came with several magnetic strips that allowed it to do a lot of things I didn’t understand. I suspect if I had a math degree, it would make a lot of sense to me. But, I suppose it was like I was a kid set loose in a toy store and I hadn’t a clue as to how to play.

Well, I guess that’s not so, but I can’t come up with a better analogy. For instance, let me explain this one card. I loaded it and followed the instructions. Before I knew it, I was finding integrals—and I didn’t even know what an integral was.

I knew I had figured out something useful. I just had no idea what it was useful for. I mean, someone went through a lot of effort to write that little program. So it must have been something important to someone.

I launched a two-part mission. Firstly, I was determined to find out what an integral is. I actually succeeded at that, though it wasn’t so easy. Secondly, I wanted to know how it would be useful. For this, I am a total failure.

Having worked around computers for much of my life, I became familiar with some people who had math degrees. That’s right. They were very familiar with exactly what an integral is. However, when I asked them what an integral is useful for, you would think I was prying to find some important national secret.

Okay. Another bad analogy, but I am sure you understand my point. Apparently, not everyone knows what an integral is useful for. Moreover, those who do know aren’t talking, at least not with me.

Who knows? Maybe, if I could find out how to use integrals, I might have become a millionaire. I mean, I had a machine that could calculate them by just pushing a few of the right buttons. However, I lost out. Alas, I was denied the millions because I could never figure out what they were for.

Just off hand, anyone out there need some integrals. I can sell you some, cheap.

Isaiah 5:20

Many years ago, I was, shall we say, encouraged to give to United Way. Well, let’s come out and say it: There was some serious arm-twisting going on, and I did suspect I might lose my job over it. The reason given to me was that someone in the company hierarchy decided they wanted 100% participation, and I wasn’t participating.

Quite some time before that, as a private in the Marines, I was told, if I didn’t participate on the United Way drive, I would go on mess duty, washing pots and pans. I didn’t like that idea. So I went along to get along.

I do not like the United Way. I do not like many of the organizations they support, but that is a different subject. It is a subject I could write on extensively. That, however, is not the subject I wish to dwell on. My complaint is the strong-arm tactics used to gain participation.

In the era preceding personal computing, I carefully composed a handwritten letter addressed to the senior executive overseeing the Memphis regional office.

I had no hope whatsoever that anyone would read it. To my surprise, I received a phone call. Well, I must give them credit for that, though I am sure there are a few things they did not think through completely.

Right off the bat, he offered me a simple solution: I give in to the demands, and they would return it to me by check right away. The company gets full participation, and I get to keep my money.

Think about it. What’s the problem? Who does it hurt? I hope you are more intelligent than the vice chairman who made that suggestion.

Essentially, what he suggested was dishonest. He was asking me to lie to the corporation for which I worked. He was asking me to lie to my colleagues. He was asking me to take part in the larger lie to the community that the company had 100% participation. Moreover, he was asking me to put my stamp of approval on the United Way, and that could not be farther from the truth.

They pressured me to validate organizations that, in my assessment, did not align with my moral standards or ethical principles. In essence they wanted me to call evil good.

The most significant challenge I faced was confronting the intimidating tactics employed against me, initially during my military service and subsequently in my corporate career. Such coercive methods represent a profound violation of professional and ethical standards, and must be unequivocally condemned.

Years later, the consequences of that pivotal moment remain unclear. Did my choice silently derail potential career advancement, subtly diminishing my professional trajectory? The uncertainty lingers—whether my principled stance resulted in overlooked promotions or unnoticed salary reductions, despite an expectation of recognition for integrity.

During a pivotal moment, my perspective shifted. In a conversation with the Vice Chairman that evening, an unexpected comment caught my attention. Though the catalyst remains unclear, he candidly stated that the Church’s fundamental purpose was to offer assistance to those in need, effectively reducing its role to that of another charitable organization.

As followers of Christ, we are called to embody both compassion and evangelism. While charitable acts are a vital expression of our faith, our ultimate purpose is to share the transformative message of salvation through Jesus, guiding others toward a deeper understanding of God’s love and redemption.

Our mission transcends mere financial assistance. As the scripture reminds us, true transformation goes beyond monetary gifts—it’s about sharing the profound message of spiritual redemption and eternal hope that can fundamentally change a person’s life trajectory.

Charity serves a vital purpose in addressing immediate physical needs, yet true compassion extends far beyond material support. While alleviating physical suffering is crucial, the far more important transformation of human potential and spirit represents an even more profound form of care and connection.

The United States hosts nearly one million charitable organizations, each with its own mission and approach. However, not all nonprofits are created equal. Some operate with questionable ethics or misaligned priorities, potentially undermining the very causes they claim to support. Donors must exercise due diligence, understanding that financial contributions can inadvertently validate an organization’s methods and messaging.

Personal philanthropy should reflect individual values and comfort levels. When donating, it’s crucial to research organizations thoroughly and feel confident about their mission and financial transparency. Workplace giving campaigns can create uncomfortable dynamics, and employees should always feel empowered to make charitable contributions voluntarily, without feeling coerced or pressured.

Please permit me a story, which I was told to be true. A preacher was attending a a Christmas party where there was a lot of drinking. The host realized it was making the guests uncomfortable for the preacher to mingle without a drink.

At the social gathering, the host discreetly walked over to the preacher and offered a beverage. “Please take this,” he suggested kindly, “The other guests seem a bit uneasy seeing you without a drink. You don’t need to consume it—just holding a glass will help you blend in more comfortably.”

The preacher responded with conviction, “I cannot compromise my integrity by acting contrary to my teachings. Doing so would undermine my credibility and diminish the power of my message.”

Would it be right to preach against The United Way while, apparently giving to it. It would matter not as a witness that the United Way is returning the money to me. Indeed, it would make me appear worse if I was found out.

Better that we call the good, good; and evil, evil.

News?

My computer frequently displays headlines on the screen without my prompting. Generally, I ignore them. Mostly, I do not consider them news. Take, for example, the current 5 news headlines: one is concerning the Dallas Cowboys, which is sports, not news. Another is about the Colts. A third was about the New England Patriots wide receiver, which is also not news.

The company posting the “not news” is 24/7 News. Do you suppose they are having difficulty finding real news? More likely, they just don’t want to display actual news, like the type that would make Democratic governors or the former president appear bad. Do you suppose they don’t want Democrats running nonexistent child care facilities to look bad as they steal fortunes from the American Treasury?

Incidentally, they do have separate headlines for sports, where they could place all sports headlines. However, if they did that, they might have to resort to news articles in the news section. I get the idea they would rather not do that.

Is It Legal

I have taken note that by presidential order, drugs and drug smugglers are being sunk at sea. Some delight in questioning if it is legal. Every year Old Joe was in office they did nothing to intercept the drugs and ninety thousand a year died from drugs. Now, those characters have the nerve to ask if sinking those boats is legal.

My question is, why didn’t Old Joe do it. One might think Old Joe liked watching almost a hundred thousand of our youth die from drugs each year. Apparently, it didn’t much bother him. Maybe it would if he were forced to explain to all those families individually. Do you have any idea how long that would take?

Too Busy to Help a Customer?

Here’s a suggestion for a subject for a post: Should a restaurant ever be too busy to help hungry customers, especially during dinnertime? Should a customer ever have to wait over five minutes to order food while there are no customers in line in front of him?

Frustrated by the poor service, I finally drove next door to a welcoming restaurant where a friendly staff member greeted me warmly and swiftly took my order, providing the attentive experience I had been seeking.

TV & Reality

As my wife’s illness progresses, she has more difficulty with TV. I keep telling her the shows aren’t real. It angers her, accusing me of not knowing.

Reality television has increasingly blurred the lines between authenticity and scripted entertainment. Take, for instance, the popular storage auction shows that once seemed genuine. Initially, I believed in their raw, unscripted nature, much like how professional wrestling was once perceived as a legitimate sport. However, as I continued watching, the interactions became noticeably more choreographed. The verbal exchanges began to feel less spontaneous and more like carefully crafted dialogue, revealing the manufactured drama behind the scenes. This realization prompted me to question the credibility of reality programming and the extent to which these shows are actually “real.”

In contemporary television, scripted dialogue has evolved from polished, rehearsed exchanges to more spontaneous narratives that draw inspiration from current events, challenging viewers to engage more critically with the storytelling.

In our increasingly complex media landscape, discerning truth from fabrication has become a challenging endeavor. News programs, despite their polished studios and professional veneer, often present conflicting narratives that shift with alarming frequency. While these broadcasts remain our primary source of information, critical viewers must carefully navigate the terrain of reporting, constantly evaluating the credibility of each statement. The more inconsistencies and retractions emerge, the more skeptical audiences become, eroding trust in traditional media platforms and challenging our understanding of objective reality.

As I confide in my wife, professional football stands as our sole bastion of authenticity in a world of manufactured narratives. The raw intensity of athletes competing for championship glory seems unparalleled, a genuine spectacle of human determination. Yet, with recent gambling controversies casting long shadows across the sport, I find myself questioning its integrity. Perhaps the gridiron is slowly transforming into just another scripted performance, trading genuine athletic passion for manufactured drama.

Milkshakes & Memory

It had been ages since my wife and I indulged in a milkshake, a simple pleasure we’d long forgotten. After running an errand at the local pharmacy, we spontaneously decided to stop by McDonald’s. The moment the creamy, cold beverage touched our lips, nostalgia washed over us. The familiar, sweet taste transported us back to carefree moments of our past. My wife, savoring every last drop, continued to draw from her straw long after the liquid had disappeared, her contentment evident in her lingering smile.

During my freshman year of high school, I often relied on milkshakes as a quick meal replacement. These creamy beverages provided a satisfying blend of calories and temporary fullness, perfectly suited to my slender teenage metabolism. At a lean 130 pounds, I could indulge in multiple milkshakes without concern for immediate dietary consequences.

During my time in Da Nang, an unexpected craving haunted me: milkshakes. The mess hall had spoiled us with exceptional cuisine—diverse, well-prepared meals that defied the challenging circumstances. Yet, amid the culinary abundance, milkshakes remained conspicuously absent from the menu, leaving a sweet void in my dining experience.

During my R&R in Sydney, I embarked on a personal mission to savor a milkshake each day of my six-day stay. However, my culinary expectations quickly deflated when I discovered the local interpretation of a milkshake dramatically differed from my own. The beverages served were more foam than substance, with an airy composition that seemed to be at least 70% empty space, leaving me utterly underwhelmed and craving the rich, substantial milkshakes I knew from home.

Upon my return to the United States, two vivid memories stand out: savoring a creamy milkshake and enjoying a slice of pizza, though not in a single sitting. Curiously, the details of my actual arrival remain a blur. I can distinctly recall boarding the initial flight, spending a memorable week exploring Okinawa, and then embarking on the return journey. Yet, the specifics of landing on American soil—including the location—have completely escaped my recollection. The peculiarity of forgetting such a significant moment puzzles me, leaving me to wonder how one can simply lose track of such a pivotal experience.

So many little things I remember as if it were yesterday. My return from Vietnam is completely blurry. I sit here pondering, just how can this be?