devil-29973__340 copyillusions, delusions, misconceptions, deceptions, and wishful thinkings—so brief a span with which to address them.

So I simply distrust all dogma.

Isn’t this what any scientist is meant to do? But I digress … I was led to this finger down


delightful expert by an earlier comment (thanks, Tilde, I owes ya!). AND I ain’t no scientist neither. So there …

Said expert stated—

“… I have discussed the first question before, in which I take (shocker) a neuroscientific approach. From everything we know about brain function, our experience of our own existence, including what we perceive and the apparent choices we make, are largely a constructed illusion. Many times we feel as if we are making a conscious choice …

Even when the choice is made consciously, meaning we are aware of the factors that are affecting the decision, that does not mean we have truly free will. The brain is still a machine, and is dependent upon the laws of physics. A stone does not have free will to choose its path as it rolls down a hill. Its path is entirely determined by physics …”

—which crinkled my wrinkles. Yeuch. State the obvious why doncha … and although a man of science he seems to believe that our decisions weren’t made for us thousands of millions of years ago by (SFX: drumroll, please) the One True God Himself. Herself. All three of Him. Them … wotever.

Any reasoning being must accept that if God is omniscient then all of Eternity is fixed, irrevocably unchangeable*

But if we leave Big G out of it—

Big G, bigger

“Awww, c’mon, Argie … “


—it’s still the same thing anyway. ‘Time’ is set in place, rigid, unchangeable, fixed, inviolate … and nothing more than an illusion.

Any takers?

Not even You, God?

“Not this time, Dog—”

Bugger …

Bugbear big

“C’mon! Let’s be ‘aving ya!”



* Damn, I feel an attack of the Ecclesiastes coming on …


FOR JZ, and

for ARK

I offer this—       finger down

—and my very most absolute favouritest Shakespeare quote:

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy…”


So make of it what we may—

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But I shan’t offer it to the devout of the One True Religion, of course*. (Those guys already have all the answers.)


* whichever it is. (Take your pick, there’s zillions of them.)



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As impossible as they would be—as they indeed are—I still love (nay, Sir/Madam … adore) ‘timeslip’ stories. But if—

“Mr Argus, Sir?”

Oh. Bugger—

“Yes, Little Virginia?”

“Impossible, Sir?”

“Totally, Toots. But I shan’t explain. I’ll leave it for you to work out. But, there is one possible although not very probable wee loophole—”

“Ooooh! Yes, pleeeease—”

“—and it’s very much an outrunner … if there ever actually is a time slipper, it would be your consciousness only. Not your physical you qua you, regardless of what all the other nice slippers/slippees may claim.”

Anyway, here’s just one of oodles finger down  (and be advised that complete with all the holes in the narratives—I love ’em!)—






when You created the Earth a few thousand years ago, You popped these things in as a cosmic joke, right~?

I must admit, they almost had ME fooled! But fear not, little Divinity, those of us with faith will be ever faithful.

Aye …

The rest of us take cash …

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Dodo‘cos I’m a driven asker (it means compulsive) (can’t help myself)—

—has someone in various Space Agencies discovered something disturbing that they’re not telling us?

“The largest creator spans 285 miles (460 km) in diameter…”

And when you stop to ponder—

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—how was this wee shot shot? Shotted? (Dammit, photographically ‘taken’?) And how did it reach us across the vast reaches of space? Okay—got here via the miracle of radio waves. I’m hip. But:

But did the clever folks of NASA fit Number 5 (above, morphed a bit*) with a drone aircraft of its very own? Which it launched, and then it flew around in a tight circle to take that ‘selfie’ for beaming back to us inquisitive souls on Earth?

And is the ‘red planet’ really that red, all over, with no time off for good behaviour?

And did wee cutie get there (where it is) by a process of levitation, or did a dust storm erase any tracks since it parked up?


I’m off for a wee walk—which will be ruined ‘cos I’m certain that if there’s a largest creator crittur up there then there has to a be a herd (or more) of smallers. Brrrr. My Bible assures me there’s only one, and He is unique. Perhaps He’s only unique on Earth, but I do not wish to start an interplanetary theological dispute of any kind so I’ll just let it go at that …


Two foxy Goddesses discussing the application of Universal Time


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* Taking any job he can get these days, since he starred in ‘Short Circuit’ (then like any other electro-mechanical star, faded into anonymous oblivion).



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Or maybe not, but once you’ve read our Kiwi take on the English language (below) you’ll see why we’re such brilliant world-beating expert rugby players. Here, try it—you’ll like it:

“…The person who was shot was not a parkrunner, nor were they in the park when the incident happened.

“They were on the opposite side of the road to our park when the incident happened.”

Henry did the best they could keep thing as normal as possible for the other runners and not cause alarm.

The children in the group were moved away from the area where the shooting happened to keep them safe, she said …”

To read from source: CLICK HERE

It so happens that The Spouse and I went to town this morning with the intention of parking in the now unused car parks close by the now defunct Pyramid (“Tallest pyramid in the southern hemisphere”!) (yeah, right) but were stopped by a man in the middle of the road holding what appeared to be an M16. Nice man pointed us off into a different direction, and never one to argue with the man with the gun I turned and went.

A block or two over I tried again, and this time a whole police car (wow, sparkly lighting!) was broadside on across the road with more pointings and flappings so off again we toddled.

Ended up in the heart of town close to one of our favourite coffee places, but of course nobody knew nothing and we had to wait until we got home much later (Southlanders are very laid back) to find out what had happened to take the gloss off of my photographic ramble through the park.

Scuttlebutt had it that someone got shot, and I guess the above news article sort of confirms it. In the meantime:  how about that reporting as an exemplar of modun Inglish gramma, hey?

(Yeah, I know … boooooooooring~!)





Dodoa one line quiz (Americans need not attempt)—

Q:  Why did the seabirds fall and crash?

A:  (No, not yet, go to the foot of the page. But don’t do it until you have read the clues presented in this referenced article in the Southland Times: CLICK HERE)

And why would I exclude Yanks?

Nothing personal. I have the greatest (and ever increasing, dammit) respect for Yanks—but it pays to be practical, sometimes. Here, now have thee a nice chicken to admire (aaaawww, c’mon Argus! Why the hell should anyone admire a skinny black duck?) (So read on, and be enlightened …).

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Okay then … but you’ll hate me for it—here’s yer answer:


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A:  ‘Cos they ran out of petrol~!