Those bears should be thankful that David (the shepherd, psalmist, and king) does not encounter them.
Would he have taught them to ride unicycles?
See how that question didn't work? That's why I asked it.
It didn't work just like bringing texts which spoke of David to comic relief sort of commentary that was not based on texts which included David ---but was more along lines of Thus Spoke Zarathustra Garp (the 'word' according to a ball-turret gunner).
Different texts, my FRiend. (ok, so I dragged a third into the mix just for grins. so sue me...)
As for yourself having dragged David into this;
I knew David, I used to work with David, David was a friend of mine.
You sir, are no David.
What all this has to do with unicycle riding bears is difficult for me to determine any further, we would need ask Irving since he was the one that brought it up in the first place. [investigate the links -- to assist it all to fall into place]
I did notice though, that the circus performers seemed the least troubled, pragmatically coping with a World they were passing through, staying briefly only here and there, in the end despite all their strangeness and strange ways, saner for not being of this world, happy & grateful they all had one another to share with, to look after, to care for and be cared for.
and now of course (being as I'm such the self-appointed dj around here) Strauss's tone poem used by Kubrick.
As for the movie -- it was a trip.
Uber-monkey, (escaping the technology he long relied upon) grows strangely suddenly old, watches himself watching himself die.
What would Ratzinger possibly beginning around p.162 to the end of that preview, after walking along with Rahner part-way before growing uncomfortable with "nearness", have to say about the salvation-historical himself, Rahner, and others seemed to wrestle creating outline for and about -- if the frame was shifted into light of a lost-in-space loser who not under his own power becomes drawn in (into light itself) to be reborn as star-child? Just a thought, hey. ;^')
After Kubrick got through slapping him around, playing a deadly serious sly cosmic joke on all of us (even himself?) there's not enough left of Nietzsche to "save" perhaps...not by our present-day historical salvation philosophy of religious technology. The man was just too proud and vain -- and that just plain 'ol never worked. Just ask Nimrod.
But for Nietzsche today...if someone puts flowers on that one's grave -- what are they remembering? Could nihilism ever be overcome & transcended using that same wandering (which began in darkness) through thoughts then become beginning of "light"?
Who does he thing he is, anyway?
Apparently, there have been many efforts, often including heroic attempts to be an Übermensch in the wider historical-salvation Ratzinger and Rahner wrote of, though each of those two writing about all from perspective of Christ as "over-man" of course, there acknowledging mankind really does require help from above, it being apparent enough(?) that despite pasts heroic -- if lacking this additional component can never quite muster enough uumph to get'r over the hump.
That Jesus person did it. He was even polite enough to fold the, uh, bed-cloths before making His Way to the door.
Still, caught up in the rapturous idea of following this Christ, being more like Him (through our own efforts???) apparently (laugh or cry, dealers choice but you cut the cards) paradoxically the results have been for many both promising --- and looking around and in mirrors also --- a falling still far short of all that which could be desired. Leaving us needing to be grateful for the small cups, water & wine we are allowed -- but better those provided then filled -- by Him and not ourselves for only then and not before can they then be made to overflow -- with here myself speaking of the truly mystical, of God.
I feel another song coming on you knew that was going to happen, right? this one one of those I try to bring here at least once a year...
How many days has it been
Since I was born
How many days until I die
Do I know any ways
That I can make you laugh
Or do I only know how to make you cry When the baby looks around him
It's such a sight to see
He shares a simple secret
With the wise man
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land
Tell me why
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land
How many miles will it take
To see the sun
And how many years until it's done
Kiss my confusion away in the night
Lay by side when the morning comes
And the baby looks around him
And shares his bed of hay
With the burro in the palace of the king
He's a stranger in a strange land
Tell me why
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land Well, I don't exactly know
What's going on in the world today
Don't know what there is to say
About the way the people are treating
Each other, not like brothers
Leaders take us far away from ecology
With mythology and astrology
Has got some words to say
About the way we live today
Why can't we learn to love each other
It's time to turn a new face
To the whole world wide human race
Stop the money chase
Lay back, relax
Get back on the human track
Stop racing toward oblivion
Oh, such a sad, sad state we're in
And that's a thing
Do you recognize the bells of truth
When you hear them ring
Won't you stop and listen
To the children sing
Won't you come on and sing it children
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land
