I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?
I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.
Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.
Sometimes, if the lid is metal, running it under hot water for a few minutes can help loosen it. Metal expands with heat faster than the glass or plastic bottle. Probably won't help you with the Coke though, unfortunately.
Two things: A) Gently rapping the side of the stuck lid on a counter top should help loosen it a bit. B) There are rubbery coaster-looking things that can help your grip; I'm willing to bet most stores have them. I'm also willing to bet you can get one for free at most community-sponsored activities or events, as they'll have some company's logo plastered all over it. There are more than a few of them lying around my house, courtesy of Deaf Awareness Days at the Denver Zoo.
Perhaps we've been conditioned to think about truth in terms of perspective, subjective truth - his truth, her truth, your truth, my truth, etc.
Seeing one side of a house is perspective, even seeing it as any particular color is subjective. Color blind people can't distinguish some colors. Does that mean they aren't there?
Truth has to stand alone, has to be true regardless of one's perspective. The house is a specific color, even if my eyesight is not capable of experiencing it. Truth is not our experiences. Truth is truth regardless of what we perceive.
In terms of a definition, if truth is not absolute, it's not truth at all. It's opinion.
Sum1 - For the same reason I remember all the words to 95% of the songs from the 60's and 70's that I grew up with--long-term memory is firmly etched in your brain. It's that pesky short-term stuff that makes an entrance and a quick exit.
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