The world won’t probably end tomorrow, next month, or this year. But you can’t say it is without chance, however unlikely, that somehow, someway our civilization will collapse over hours, natural or by intention.
At least, that is a risk that some consider and plan for, particularly billionaires with oodles of unused cash and resources at their disposal. For a family with more money than they can possibly spend in their lives, what is a few million to buy an island, build a house on that island, and plan for it to be your family’s haven if the world were to end?
If you could live forever, would you?
For some that’s all you need to ask for them to know the answer: yes. 100%, fully and truly yes.
I am far more skeptical, but its not surprising to me that others are without doubt. Death is the antagonist of all of our stories. If you could conquer it by taking a prescribed dosage of pills every day, wouldn’t you?
John Tavner (Michael Dorman) is many things. He’s a folk singer, a husband, a pipe engineer, a spy, a son, a brother, and above all, a patriot.
John’s life is full of vicissitudes. One unfortunate occurrence seems to follow him after another, trying his abilities, his intelligence, and, I imagine, his sanity.
He is tasked by Tom Tavner (Terry O’Quinn), his father, to discretely join a private U.S. company and accompany them on a trip to the quiet, small European country Luxembourg and make a money exchange to prevent Iran from developing a nuclear bomb. Of course, as you can imagine, not all things go to plan. What was supposed to be a quick mission instead turns into a more permanent posting. The question we have is, because this is all for Country, how much is John willing to take?
Their Sex Life
One failure on
Top of another
There are many reasons to confess to a crime, usually through a plea deal, for something they did not commit. Most do it after an evaluation of risks. They consider the evidence, the lawyers, who the judge is, the laws, whether a death penalty is involved, their ability for they or their family to withstand…
Homo sapiens means “wise man”. It’s the Latin term for our species that has developed medicine, written poetry, built skyscrapers, and walked on the Moon. It’s also the subject of the historian Yuval Noah Harari’s book which, frankly, despite all of these and other feats of skill and ingenuity, suggests that calls into question how “wise” we may be.
At the core, much of what we talk about is about what we find valuable. My last post was a poem that was important to me, not only because of its merit as a poem, it certainly is a great poem, but its value to understanding history, both personal and of the United States. Though perhaps not expressed explicitly, most are genuinely interested in what they find valuable and arguing for it or against what they find unvaluable.
So when it comes to a person, how do we determine their value? Is there only one correct way? Are we ever in a position to really make that judgement at all?