Share Your World — Going Deep

Share Your WorldFor today’s Share Your World edition, Melanie said that she’s asking a few philosophical questions. While she’s going deep with her questions, I’m going to wade in the shallow end of the pool with my answers.

Must we have evidence to know the truth?

It helps, although the Republicans in Congress can’t seem to acknowledge the truth about their president despite all of the evidence about his misdeeds and incompetence.

How much control does a person have over their life?

You can control only your own actions and life, but you have little control over the actions and lives of others and how that might affect your own life. You can only do what you can to make the best of it.

What is gravity and how does it work?

According to Albert Einstein, gravity is “a consequence of the curvature of spacetime caused by the uneven distribution of mass.” I have no idea what those words actually mean, so don’t even ask me to explain how it works. All I know is that if you drop something, it falls, and that’s somehow due to gravity.

Can a person be happy if they have never experienced sadness? How about vice versa?

I don’t think experiencing happiness or sadness is dependent upon having experienced the opposite. As the old song goes, if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. If your sad and you know, but you don’t want to show it, go take a nap and sleep it off.

Weekend Writing Prompt — It’s WHAT He Said

216C4CC5-B217-4671-A922-6FAE67B0AAC7He’s no amateur. He’s a consummate professional. He’s a lawyer, a prosecutor, not an actor. He’s Robert Mueller, not Robert de Niro. His testimony should be judged on what he said, not on how he said it; on its content, not its presentation.

But this is 21st century America. How sad.

(51 words)

D6CF8DAC-9486-403A-A709-273FC11D0972Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “amateur” in exactly 51 words.

Sunday Photo Fiction — Across the Street

863C5140-C9A4-4E8C-88E5-F9F84A4C80A6Carol was tapping away on her iPhone. “Are you writing your Sunday Photo Fiction prompt post?” Matt asked?

“No,” Carol responded, “I’m playing solitaire.”

“That’s surprising,” Matt said. “You love that prompt.”

“I’m not inspired by today’s photo. It makes me sad.” She flicked her fingers across her iPhone screen and held it up for Matt to see.

“What’s wrong with it?” Matt asked. “It’s kind of Christmasy.”

Carol looked at the photo. “More wintry than Christmasy.”


“It makes me feel sad. Today is Christmas Eve and I don’t want to feel sad,” Carol explained.

“How does that photo make you feel sad?”

“I imagine that I’m looking out of the window of our apartment and seeing that scene,” Carol answered. “The snow makes it look pretty, but I’m bothered by the barbed-wire fencing across the street.”

Matt walked over to where Carol was sitting and looked at the photo once again. “Oh yeah,” he said.

“It looks like there could be a prison or a mental hospital on the other side of that fence and that makes me feel sad,” Carol said

“You’ve got a good heart,” Matt said, bending over and kissing Carol on the cheek.

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