The Wild April Wind

The smell of fresh earth and the sound of rain drops falling. Cold icy winds in the morning and the warmth of sunshine in the evening. Ah, that's April in the mountains!

The  chill of winter has fled these hills,

Scared away 

by the Wild April Wind,

Which now sits purring up in the trees

As if to say: 

“I don’t know if we’ll even HAVE a summer,  

You’ll have to wait and see.

It all depends on me.”

A white oak leaf

brand new and bright green; 

half an inch long and half a day old,

lies dead on my cold, windy deck,

it was killed and brought home

by the Wild April Wind

Which now sits purring 

up in the trees.

The path to the woods has tiny green leaves

the leaves of the flowers of summer,

 but the flowers still stay 

safe in the earth 

  with an eye to the sky –

for the Wild April Wind

which is watching and purring 

up in the trees.

From "To Please the Bees: Poems and Glimpses", Writing and art by John Womack.
© John Womack, 2010.  All rights reserved.

Adrian Rice & Fanjoy-Labrenz at Hickory Museum of Art

These two artists joined together to light the candle of wonder again in Hickory last night   Actually, they set the stage for a couple of stunning performances.  One by a High School student, Katya Bengston, who opened the door for the evening, with her poem that set the bar extremely high for those who followed.  Then came the virtuoso work of Alyn Mearns who interpreted Chopin’s mazurkas on his acoustic guitar and escorted patrons of the show along with him into a slightly different dimension.

The other high school students, led by their instructor, Molly Rice, presented professional performances of their own original poetry written in response to the pictures of the exhibition.  Finally, Adrian Rice, Writer-in-Residence of Cataba Valley Community College, and now associate professor at Lenoir-Rhyne University, both in Hickory, read from his published work in “Hickory Haiku” interspersed with observations of some of the differences he notices between the United States and Ireland, such as our “wonderful” weather and  our beautiful skies that we don’t have to keep lifting up as we walk beneath them, and of course, our militant robins, huge birds that are apparently much larger than their Irish counterparts, along with many, many other amazing and delightful differences.   

Katya Bengston

At any rate it was a good evening, followed by a quick stop at the Crescent Moon for craft beers and burrito sandwiches.  Another good night in Hickory.                                      

Joara Discussion in Hickory, NC.

David Moore, professor of archaeology at Warren Wilson College in Black Mountain, NC,  came to Hickory March 23, 2011, to talk about the excavation in progress at Joara (ge WAR ruh), which is near Hickory.

The talk took place at the Catawby Science Center near the "practice ruins" in the center which is used by children to learn archaeological concepts and begin developing the practice of those skills.

Joara was a Catawba Indian settlement which was occupied by Spanish expeditionary forces in the 1500's.  It has been largely "worked" by volunteers with grants from the National Science Foundation and other agencies.  People from around Hickory have volunteered to work at the mounds of Joara each summer and have learned and contributed to discoveries there.

Doug Ammons in Hickory, NC, at CVCC

Doug Ammons was here in Hickory this week at CVCC speaking of some of his experiences.

I saw his presentations titled:  "Spirituality and the Natural World" and 

"Adventure as Art:  The psychology of creating with words, photos and film."  

It was an experience for all of us.  My memories of Doug Ammons:

Intensely reflective

Quietly expressive

daringly understanding

Hot as blazes, yet so dam cooool

A plain ole’ country boy, or at least he seems so,

with a black belt in karate and a classical guitar or so,

and a whole lot of academic degrees including at least one Ph.D.

And oh yes, he drives a kayak too.  

Did I mention that?  And a camera or two and a movie machine

and TV sets for Outdoors, and National Geographic and a

whole lot more.

Speaking and listening

he does both

focused and open.

He is a why-asker.   One who looks behind the answers, turns over facts to see where they rest and ask them if they really mean what they seem to say – and then he listens to them.  And they talk to him.   

A guy who loves mysteries and regales the muses, and they love him and hang around him.  Together they explore a lot of mysteries and have ball after ball.

He dives deeply into the depths of life and discovers new horizons down there then rises swiftly, bubbling up  beyond the surface into a world which didn’t exist until just now.  The old world cascades off of his new vision like water leaving the prow of a kayak which is headed somewhere else.  Spirituality can finally shed the anchors and drag lines of religion and become something no prophet ever dreamed of.

To him "Learning" is finding out what lies beyond what you "learn"; it's not a thing you "do", it is a river you ride.  A river of no return, because you are not really "learning",  you are developing into a new being.  

Mind, body, spirit all are a three-dimensional being that is being created by you - and let me quote Doug Ammons as he spoke to us before he left:  "the greatest work of art that will ever be is what you will become.  And you are that great artist."

He is what a normal human being may look like in 500 more years.  

Mamatown – Get a Taste of Glory

When you first walk in to Mamatown you think “everybody’s squinting”, but then you realize that they’re sitting and chewing and their eyes are half closed.  Most of Mamatown’s food just slides right on down.  The rest requires a little chewing to explode those rich flavors of grilled meat and gravy from small morsels already afloat in dark, rich, saltiness.    There are  illusive hints of spices  that you know well, but can’t quite identify, until it  dawns upon you they are something perhaps known as “Thinking of Wasabi”, or  “Memories of Ginger” and  other flavors that we have all played with in our own cooking, but here in Mamatown we find them all woven into the same fabric which now lies upon our plate.

The food is not only good, but it is quick and inexpensive.  Where else can you stride through the door, go through the  buffet line, eat a meal and pay only $6.00 for all that goodness.  There are problems though:  1)  I found our waitress to be severely English-challenged (but it’s a buffet and all the entrées are well identified so that’s no big deal),   2)  No beer or wine is served but never mind, I found the food intoxicating enough.  It’s not really Fast Food.  It may start out that way but as your eyelids begin to slide on down, you start thinking of your next trip through the buffet, and then of desert, and begin to realize there is nothing more important anywhere else.

Mamatown of Hickory.  http://www.superpages.com/bp/Hickory-NC/Ye-Wei-GUAN-Chinese-Buffet-L0503093580.htm

Charlie Cox in Hickory Community Theatre

Charlie Cox ran with scissors tonight in the Fireman’s Kitchen and everybody had a blast.  

We thought we were watching Charlie work with a problem he had, and that we were watching him deal with his own issue when we began to become aware of the fact that we weren’t watching Charlie Cox anymore, that we were really watching ourselves.

And it gradually began to dawn upon us that were not watching some rare disease that strikes a few people from time to time rack up one more poor soul, we were really watching ourselves deal with a lot of different problems that each of us wrestle with every day, all day long.  

Charlie Cox woke up as the play developed and so did some other people in the audience.  It’s a play with a great message and besides, it’s a hoot.

Ted Eltzroth played Charlie, and he carried the message very well.  Michael Woody played Wally and mesmerized everybody in the cabaret with his facial expressions - when you can show THAT much in your face you shouldn’t even need to speak, but he spoke well too.  Charlie Chaplin would be jealous!  John Gann played about half the guys I grew up with throughout the south, and he brought back memories that went far, far beyond the Kitchen - and far beyond tonight too.  Leanna Teague played Nell Todd and made that difficult role work very well, and Tammy Lail who, as Kiki, came in and changed the whole world.  I liked Kiki.  I liked her very much.  I think I fell in love with Kiki.  

Dreaming at the Crescent Moon

Catawba Science Center explored the "Science of Dreams" during a Science Café Program at Crescent Moon Café in downtown Hickory.  Dr. Gordon Cappelletty, Jungian-trained psychotherapist and adjunct professor at Lenoir-Rhyne University, presented a discussion of the changes our brain goes through when we sleep and how that helps us develop into that creature we will call our "self".  

What happens when you sleep?  Are you "supposed" to remember your dreams?  What will a good night's sleep leave with you?  What about sleeping pills?  All these questions were answered tonight at the Crescent Moon Cafe in Hickory, along with sandwiches and nachos and good micro-brewed beers. 

Elliot Engel Comes to Oz, NC

A meeting with Elliott Engel is like a trip to another planet in that you learn all kinds of things you didn’t even know you didn’t know, and how important they are.  Like - the fact that fairy tales have all kinds of beings in them such as trolls and dragons and monsters and so on BUT there is ONE being that is NEVER found in a fairy tale - what  is that one being?  Professor Engel then proceeds to tell his stunned audience what it is, and explains WHY that is so, and then he is off and running , and we are off and running with him.  (I have to use a lot of capital letters because that is the way Dr. Engel often talks.) 

Professor Engel is the consummate teacher.  He teaches “around” the subject - and quickly too - so that by the time he is about ready to tell us what IT is, we are hoping up and down in our seats, mentally “shouting” what we think the answer is at him.  He has been doing this for a long time and he has picked up a few copycats lately - one I notice that is doing his type of teaching is "WordWorld".  They do the same type of thing for our young granddaughters and they probably got it from Dr. Engel.  (He’s been doing it a LOT longer!)

The presentation  took place at the Broyhill Civic Center on Caldwell Community College campus Monday evening at 7:30 on the last day of January, 2011.  If you missed it then, you might as well just give up.  There’s no hope for you – BUT - Dr Engel said this was his 18th performance here – SO he MAY come BACK and there may be hope yet.

Dr. Engel teaches at Duke, UNC-Chapel Hill, and NC State University.  He teaches about a lot of writers and specializes in Dickens, Shakespeare, Mark Twain and a few others.   For more information start here:  http://www.apbspeakers.com/speaker/elliot-engel

Nixon and Frost in Hickory Community Theatre

Nixon was here last night – at the Hickory Community Theatre.  He’s changed.  Doesn’t look like he used to.  But it was him.  I could feel him.  My flesh crawled uneasily beneath my shirt, wondering what it should do next.  I told it “Cool it.  It’s not really Nixon, don’t worry”  Then he opened his mouth and Nixon came out, and I didn’t know what to say.  I just sat there real tight.

The performance tonight brought it all back again  – just for tonight only, but that is more than enough if you remember the real thing. It’s like when something really rough happens to you and you are in shock for a while, and you get over it and begin to forget about it.  But then – you have a dream, and it all comes back.  This was that dream taking place tonight at the Hickory Community Theatre, where the stage slowly faded away and turned into my own memory.

Frost came here tonight too.  Sir David, as he has now become known.  Insouciant as always, tuned into some other frequency, one that is inaudible to earthlings but suitable for tripping through the various heavens, occasionally stopping here and there – tonight he stopped in Hickory. Because Nixon was here.  And they met again in battle.  Nixon won, of course.  It wasn’t even a close contest.  Nothing ever is with Nixon.  But Nixon STILL doesn’t know when enough is enough - he only know how to kill – he never learned how to quit when he was ahead and he blew it again tonight.  Just like Nixon always did.

My hat is off to Joshua Propst who played David Frost, and Ralph Mangum who played Richard Nixon.  

Hickory Snippet

Took my Honda Civic in for work at Hickory Honda.  While writing in the waiting room on my iPad - using their free Wi-fi - I noticed some of the other people in the room.  A group of three, apparently Hmongs, were speaking very quietly to each other and were not audible.  An elderly couple was speaking quietly to each other in German, a great burley man with a backward-facing ball cap, an athletic undershirt and flip-flops was talking with his little son in Spanish, and a very well-dressed man was curled up in a chair arguing with someone on his cellphone in Japanese. The TV was hopelessly mired in English.

Who IS Ted Pope?

Even the moon was curious, shining in through the window of Taste Full Beans, trying to peep under Ted Pope’s cap brim.  It came from the other side of the sky just like Ted did, and the moon wasn’t even supposed to be up then - and Ted wasn’t even supposed to be here then - but that was then.  And last night was now.

Last night Ted was talking poetry and reading from sheets that had other words written on them.  And he knew we didn’t understand him and he also knew that was because we couldn’t  go those places where he goes.  He sees things other people don’t  notice, and he calls those things out and talks to them, and then he tells us what they told him. And he screams at us, and he pointed directly at ME last night, and I didn't even know what was going on. 

He attracts creatures from the night, other people who come in and regale us and shout at us, and throw money at us and then leave.  Fortunately we had stabilizing influences at Taste Full Beans last night.  Tim Peeler was there, a real calming influence, and a posse from Linconton brought order and sanity to the place so we could all go home - rattled a bit, but still coherent.

And you know what?  I don’t think Ted was really even there – I think we just imagined the whole thing . But.  I got a paper wad! I caught it in the air, straight from Ted.  What was written on it?  Don’t know.  Haven't opened it up – yet.  I’m going to meet the moon tonight out on my back deck and read it to her.  She wanted it real bad.   I'll shout and stomp and point at her, and we'll both feel better.

Pacifica String Quartet in Hickory, NC

The Pacifica Quartet held a high-level discussion of stringed instruments in the Monroe Auditorium on the campus of Lenoir-Rhyne University, Friday night at 7:30 P.M.  The discussion included testing the limits of both strings and audience perception as it explored some of the thoughts and ideas of Ludwig van Beethoven, Dmitri Shastakovich and Robert Schumann.

Brandon Vamos

The group resides at the University of Illinois, is resident performing artist at University of Chicago, and Visiting Artists in Chamber Music in Cambridge, Massachusetts.  Their music has been presented in Lincoln Center,  New York, San Francisco, and abroad. in 2006 they won the Avery Fisher Career Grant, and in 2009 they received the Grammy Award for Best Chamber Music Performance.  Upcoming presentations are scheduled for  Tokyo’s Suntory Hall,  London’s Wigmore Hall, and at the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art.


http://www.pacificaquartet.com

The Crushed Olive in Hickory, NC

The Crushed Olive has moved in to Union Square in Hickory, NC.  It brings with it a very special atmosphere normally reserved for great metropolitan centers like New York City or San Francisco that move a lot of money and its people have traveled widely and hail from many countries.

Well, the Crushed Olive can be hypnotic.  Your eyes tend to unfocus as you pass over the threshold, and your sense of smell comes forth and takes over.  The eyes return to focus on canisters that grab your attention and pull you right into their midst.  Tiny plastic cups  conveniently stacked between the canisters beg you to sample the contents of any (all?) of the containers, and small chunks of bread are available help neutralize your taste between samples.  

Most of the containers are filled with either balsamic vinegars or olive oils, and there are more variations on both of these themes than are currently in your entire imagination (unless you have already been into the Crushed Olive).

Are the samples good?  Of course, but that’s not the point. And there are not really a lot of nuances in the Crushed Olive repertoire either.  The canisters of oils and vinegars simply dispense new horizons of experience to the explorers who stand beside them savoring tastes they have never dreamed of before.

Beneath the canisters are rows of empty bottles.  When you find an oil or vinegar you want to take home, an attendant will fill one of the bottles for  you - either full size or half size - and then they will seal the bottles so they can’t possibly leak on the way home.

Most of the bottles will cost about $15 or so, but there are important variations running up to $25 or $30 for truffle oils.  The half size bottles run around $9.  I would like to see a still smaller bottle size for, say $5 or so.  Because - there is a lot of stuff here that is really new to me  and I would like to take several bottles home to try out .

So head on down to Union Square.  Go to the Crushed Olive.  It’s in Julia Rush’s  old stomping grounds.  Step inside - just to pick up a list of the varieties available for tasting - that’s all (heh-heh).  Don’t smell anything, and above all don’t taste any samples - well, maybe you could taste just one. Why not?

                                                              

Poetry Alive, Hickory, NC. Poets Al Maginnes & Larry Johnson

Poets are really not just people - 

they are not like you and me. 
They may see 

the same things we think we see,
but they see it in different places inside their beings,

and it rings bells there that we don't hear, 
and plays tunes we don’t understand,

and they speak with demons and enlightened beings other

than those few we know.

Poets send out light we see all the time,

and squint before we shield our eyes.

But now they peer over the lectern staring right at us!

And they open an old rusty door somewhere deep inside of us 

and show us - not a new world somewhere 

way out there - but a vast ancient world, still asleep,

deep within our most secret places.

Hickory Choral Society at Corinth Reformed Church

Now in  their thirty-third season, the Hickory Choral Society  performed their annual Christmas Concert at the Corinth Reformed Church in Hickory on December 3, 4, and 5.  

We have heard good choral groups before, but this is a special, joyful collection of artists having fun singing those great old songs of the Christmas season along with some of the less well known melodies of ancient tradition.  They were accompanied by their Chamber Orchestra of about 35 performers including violins, cellos, flute, oboe, clarinet, horns, harp, tuba, percussion and more.  

The church is a perfect combination of architecture, ambiance, and acoustics.  The audience apparently is as familiar with the program as the performers are, and they too were a group of happy people having fun by being joyful together.  One more time when we felt we were just a small part of a large collection of people who are happy to call Hickory their home.

Eat, Love, Pray.

This is a story about a  flower that didn’t want to bloom where it had been placed when the time came for it to blossom out. 


This is perhaps the untold story of womankind since the beginning of the world  - that, and the fact that they have no choice!  - THIS is the fate of women all over the world from time immemorial as they are ordered:   dammit - BLOOM!  HERE!  NOW!


And they bloom and flower in all the forgotten places of the world bringing beauty and life into places that really aren't interested in any of that. 


Not this flower.  She uprooted herself, destroyed her containers and went off the shelf, out into the world.   And she found friendship and companionship everywhere she went - deep, new soil filled with unexpected nutrients.  She was exposed to transcendental meditative practices and apparently reached spiritual union with herself. Her roots found rich soil and grew deeply.  


But as she traveled and meditated she began to find her own personality as a spiritual destination and it took another crisis and finally a comment from a Bali holy man of understanding to open her eyes in time to become her own true self and open her blossoms and release her perfume and spread her story far and wide.


And her story will go far and her message will reach widely.

New Urbanism - Christopher Alexander

New Urbanism embraces concepts of pedestrian-friendly streets, mass-transit  town centers, and a mix of housing alternatives.    It certainly seems fitting and worthy of a certain urgency as we find that urban change is not just an option, but a process that is already taking place.  It started without us. 

Movies, television and commercial developers are already changing our communities to suit their needs.  That is not New  Urbanism  but market penetration.  Many of these changes are not helping our cities to develop into hometowns suitable for us to live and raise our children, but to support short-term market operations of large corporate organizations.   Big business is almost always an early player in new urban discussions.

Let me introduce to you another player,  one many people say began the New Urban movement himself:  Christopher Alexander has degrees in architecture from both Cambridge and Harvard.  He has taught at Berkley for more than 40 years.  He designed the campus of the University of Oregon in the 1970s, and designed more than 200  buildings, and written a number of books.  He also created the Center for Environmental Structure (patternLanguage.com) But perhaps his greatest contribution to  regional planning opportunities throughout the world is  his book:  A Pattern Language.   Alexander is listed as being one of several authors of the book but it is largely his pattern which is discussed.

Alexander  was born in Vienna and educated in Austria and England.  He has always been intrigued by the great cities and special buildings of Europe, Asia and America, and has studied them extensively.  He identified certain characteristics he found repeatedly employed in these special places, and he developed them into a “language of design”.   These characteristics, he says, are innately recognized by all people as being indicators of “home.”  Their value lies, he says not in their being “old”, but in being “timeless”. A Pattern Language calls these timeless characteristics “concepts” and analyzes 245 of them .  A few examples are: Holy Ground, Common Land, Small Public Squares, Street Cafes, Corner Groceries, Pedestrian Street, Tree Places, Garden Seats, Sitting Walls.  Each concept is discussed in detail, showing problems they solve, how they fit into the larger concepts of the natural world and larger developments and how they help create a capacity within themselves for the development of more specific ideas.  

  

The book moves from the general to the specific.  Near the end  you will find concepts applicable to specific rooms and parts of rooms like Different Chairs, Pools of Light, and Things from your Life. In the beginning, the discussion is of cities and regions : Distribution of Towns,  City and Country Fingers, Agricultural Valleys, Lace of Country Streets, Communities of 7000 People, Four-story Limit on Buildings, Web of Public Transportation and many others.

   

When my wife and I added a room to our house, we incorporated several concepts from A Pattern Language and created a room that did indeed bring our entire house alive.  It has dramatically changed our house and become the centerpiece of our family’s activities in every season. Successful as the construction of the room was, we didn’t even try to implement every  suggestion  we could have used.  Some did not fit our needs and some were not within our means but we felt we learned important lessons from studying all of them.

A Pattern Language, ISBN  0-19-501919-9,  is an important tool for anyone who loves houses or cities, especially for anyone who is preparing to buy, build or modify their home.  Certainly it is applicable to people who  are discussing the future of their neighborhoods, cities or regions.  The book has several hundred photographs, hundreds of sketches and drawings, and is in modular format so you only have to read the parts you are interested in.  But when you are through with those parts, don’t throw the book away, put it where you can find it quickly.  Because once you begin bringing regions,  cities,  neighborhoods, rooms, or just your own back  yard  “alive,” you will be back! 

 

Speaking of the concepts in his book, Alexander says:  “These tools allow anyone, and any group of people, to create beautiful, functional, meaningful places.   You can create a living world.”

Many of the world’s great old cities have had certain areas restored because they are very special places. Now  we Americans are becoming aware that our small towns are very special places too.  Many of us feel that cities like Asheville and Charlotte deserve not just preservation but the chance to “come alive” and  become hometowns where the people there can live fulfilling and creative lives.

 Mr Alexander has written another book that I am reading now. “The Nature of Order”.  Here he analyzes and tells “why” those magical concepts he numerated in The Pattern Language work.  It is a 4 volume offering, and it is worthy of another story.  But the Pattern Language will always be the key.  

The Simple Truth

The question for this enquiry asks: Does Moral Action Depend on Reasoning?

The enquiry follows:

Any problem can present different, even multiple objectives.  One objective will always be concerned with the structural issue presented, others may claim independent issues.  If “moral action” is involved, one objective will be concerned with what we can call for the purposes of this discussion, “morality”.  

The question assumes that if morality is involved then a dilemma may be present.  There is a problem to resolve but there may be conflicting objectives, both of which claim  priority under their own rules.  Each of these objectives can be rationally analyzed with respect to their own requirements,  that’s true - however those resolutions may still balance on a large degree of implied or accepted fantasy, and much of the reasoning that is involved may ultimately be found to be superficial.  How can we tell?

Logic is sound.  It makes sense.  It is perfect; it has to be.  It challenges itself and it proves itself, it constantly self-corrects.  But it cannot reach beyond itself.  It cannot be influenced by that of which it is unaware.  Morality, on the other hand is based on spiritual or emotional concepts.  It can “hear” that which cannot be said, can “see” that which is not visible, and can be influenced by underlying impressions of which it is not completely aware but which it senses in dimensions beyond its ability to  comprehend or describe in terms of logic.

Logic can be taught.  It is factual, it can be tested and proven or not.  Morality cannot be taught.  It can only be transmitted.  It cannot be tested, not by logic. Not all people are even aware of its existence.  A person walking a dog is totally unaware of the universe of smells through which the dog walks and which tells the dog of delights around the next corner or of terrors lurking behind the bushes.  His human escort plods along, perhaps “lost” in some errotically-intellectual conversation with himself.

A person might decide the best action to achieve his purpose would be to cheat someone else.  But if he believes a higher power will punish those who cheat others, then he might not cheat that person in order to not incur the wrath of that implied higher power.  That would be action based on “reasoning”, even though the premises for that reasoning would not itself be based on any form of absolute logic, but on a logic-like system developed to “prove” a moral, but still basically illogical, requirement.  In other words, it would be placing a framework similar to logic onto a construct of fantasy, then “proving” a desired point by using fantasy in a logical-like manner.

So.  Moral action, or action directed to achieving a moral objective obviously IS based on reasoning. The answer to that question is a definite “yes”.  But - that is not the real question which will lead us to the Simple Truth. The question we need to ask - and answer - is this: Is reasoning which leads to moral action based on logic or is it based on some other form of  knowledge?   

This line of conjecture now leads us a bit farther.  The confluence between logic and morality, or any other artificial but cohesive and imposed "rules" or "laws", will create a disturbance.  These non-logical rules and laws create a special type of knowledge or logic system which can be called “faith” or "revelation".   Faith can take the form of a theological creed, an obsessive madness, or that of an Einsteinien dream, all of which provide a form of  revelation or illogical knowledge which is not fully comprehended by the possessor of that revelation because it is a partial knowledge of a much larger universe which is denied to its owner by reason of the limited reach of his tools of logic.

As a person continues to learn and expand his intellectual horizons, he or she will find that logical knowledge alone will provide only greater access to the mental “cage”  which he has constructed and in which he has chosen to live, while at the same time barring access to the greater worlds which lie in abundance around that “cage”.  The borders of the “logic cage” can be expanded, but since they require “proof” and “facts” and “answers”  that fit together, it is a laborious process.  Remember it took Einstein more than 35  years to “prove” his theory of relativity which he had grasped instantly in a dream.

Logic is only a tool.  It is like a hammer or a skillet or a canoe paddle.  If you want to travel, you will use your canoe paddle, and you can go to and see a lot of amazing things.  But if that is the only tool you have for travel, then you are very limited in where you can go.  If the only tool you have is a hammer and you need a saw, the hammer will not do.  You will have to acquire a saw or ask a neighbor for help.

The same applies to questions leading to the Simple Truth.  If logic is the only tool you have to explore questions, some of which will be beyond the scope of logic, then you will have to either acquire knowledge of other understandings or ask someone who may be a bit farther along than you are in that "faith" to help you explore those new worlds which lie in abundance around each one of  us.

LIGO With Dr. Cavaglia at Catawba Science Center in Hickory, NC

Dr. Marco Cavaglia, a LIGO researcher and associate professor of physics and astronomy at the University of Mississippi, spoke tonight at the  Catawba Science Center about the Laser Interferometer Gravitational-wave Observatory.  This is a revolutionary new kind of telescope designed and built to observe, for the first time, ripples in the fabric of space-time believed to be caused by massive cosmic events. 

Between 40 and 50 people attended his presentation in the Millholland Planetarium.  Basically it was a poor slide show in an inappropriate place for a slide show, but Dr. Cavaglia still presented a very good program.  I liked the way he asked questions about the issues involved, discussed problems that were encountered and showed how important breakthroughs in research made the building and work of this extended observatory possible.


He was available afterwards for discussion, conversation and questions in a cafeteria with finger food, soda, beer and wine.  One of the things I learned is that the mirrors for the Hubble Space Telescope were made here in Hickory. By Corning.  That's good.  Things are looking up.