Captian's Log Free thoughts on The Problem of Evil: 22 Apr 202519 Apr 2025 I owe the idea to a speech given by the late Nabeel Qureshi for which I have not the energy, or perhaps it is the interest, in finding again. To…
Captian's Log The Wonderland of Atheists 9 Apr 2025 What do we mean when we speak of God? I mean, when we use the word, what are we referencing? When the atheist says that he doesn't believe, in what…
Captian's Log Art’s Whispered Promise 9 Feb 20251 Feb 2025 It's as if, for a story to be a good story, it has to be eternal. Even things that seem almost terminally of their time can pass into the future…
Captian's Log A Koan of my Own 29 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 Unfortunately, the mirror is blocking your face, and if you could stop looking at yourself, you might find that elusive stranger walking about out in the world. You hold up…
Captian's Log הבל הבלים 28 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 If everything is pointless and meaningless, why bother saying so? You feel pain? Well, isn't that a sort of meaning? You can't say "everything is meaningless" because meaningless is meaningless…
Captian's Log Well… 27 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 “The problem, I'm sorry to say, well—” “You hate it?” “Well, no. Truthfully, no. I, well, if I had hated it, that would be something too. I could probably sell…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Song 25 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 Beyond the silent seathe fading mysterya world that never wasand yet will come again.And that will be becausethe troubled race of mensee through the future's seamswithin their silent dreams.
Captian's Log Eulogy: Truth 24 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 The last speech was given by a child. Imagine him, if you will, in rags, or ill fitted clothes that might have once looked nice. Their colors have faded, the…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Vision 23 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 They had a vision. A vision. Only they could see it. They tore the world apart for its blindness. They could not see the world for their vision. The vision…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Peace 22 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 I had hoped we'd meet again, Monsignor. A crime, you rob me of true triumph. What is victory without your impassioned speeches condemning me as a tyrant and your prognostications…
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