Samuel Scoville: Religion is the Answer

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Religion is the Answer

Billy Goat Gruff, Mary Poppins, &

Captain America walk into a bar—

that I can tell you. It was a disaster,

folks. A disaster. I’m waiting for an

immaculate conception coming in

on the wings of a dove. Gödel’s

Theorem possibly. Salvation..

What would I do without my Good

& Evil? Reason’s why? Explanations?

Blamations? Cause & Effects? Because

& Affects? Interpretations?

Rationalizations? Good guys and

Bad guys? Scapegoats: donkeys to spin

the tales on?

Religion is the answer. Can’t be said

except in vain, profane. Plastic flamingos

on the grass, alas. If you ask the cost,

you can’t afford it. It, I said. Do I always

got to be spelling it out for you? See?

What I’m saying.

2 comments:

UnknownMay 30, 2016 at 2:46 PM
I can rationalize until the bones on my fingers, which i have never had much confidence that there was a good reason for me owning them anyway, exist. Rationalizing is such an easy thing to do, it takes us to many places that we don't want to go -but i think more importantly, places that we don't want to enter alone. Unfortunately there was only one time in your life when Sam Scoville also had his hand on that door you were entering. Every other time, you have opened those doors yourself, after Sam made you aware of the fact that this house has many rooms. More than you can count by yourself.
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I choose, as a determining POINT in my life, to acknowledge a bullet fired into the armpit of my grandfather, Samuel Scoville, Jr. by a thief in the night sometime in the late 19^thc.

The thief escaped, my grandfather having pulled his own pistol from beneath the pillow, squeezing off a couple of rounds and sending the burglar scurrying into the Connecticut night...

For reasons of family notoriety, the incident was reported in both New York and Philadelphia papers. A former roommate in Philly called up Young Goodman Sam, inviting him down for a weekend gala: The Yale-Penn Football game. “You can take my sister Katherine, and chaperone me and my fiancé, he said.

In those days couples were not advised to be alone. Unaccompanied.

Sam took a steam-driven locomotive train down to Philadelphia, escorted Katherine to the leather-helmet contest, fell in love, asked her to marry him. She did & they lived more or less HAP-ily ever after, generating a tribe of offspring who like wise generated in kind so that if it hadn’t of been for that bullet, well, it’s impossible to begin to consider how unimaginably different life-as-we-know-it would have been. No one can say.

For one thing: YOU, dear Reader, wouldn’t be reading THIS HERE right now, resurrecting these words to walk around in your skull-haus this very be-here-now moment. So even you are impacted forever by that bullet.

(I could drive up to Connecticut right now, retrieve the small bite of lead, drop it in your hand and remind you how co-incidental our life is—how inexplicable, how arbitrary & selective our accounts, how much we omit which is also absolutely necessary, how inadequate our because & affects.)

The bullet is a NECESSARY but INSUFFICIENT cause of who-I-am, without which any explanation would be incomplete. Sam Scoville

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Sunday, May 29, 2016

Religion is the Answer

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