Why are rabbit feet lucky?
I'm sure there's some long convoluted explanation that could somewhat attempt to justify it. But, really? You get your foot chopped off and you're lucky?
It's a sick world we live in.
On another note...
I've been back in the USA for 2.5 weeks now. My grandmother's 87th birthday would have been tomorrow, if she hadn't died 3 weeks ago.
It feels strange that she's gone. When she was here, she wasn't all here. But still. It feels weird. When my grandfather died, it took me a month to realize it. He had a way of irritating my grandmother by talking into the other phone while she was on the line. He knew she was speaking to someone, but he would always interrupt and be aggravating and jokingly chortle into the phone, "What do you want? What are you selling? We don't want any". I called one day, and when he didn't pick up the phone after a while, I thought to myself, "Where is Paw Paw?" And then it hit me. All at once.
The funeral didn't do it. The repeated visits to his grave didn't drive it home. It was the absence of his voice on the telephone. And I realized I'd never hear his voice again, except in my mind, or except by providence's benign design. Or who/whatever that's out there that defies the human intellect and existence.
I've been fighting the whole blindly accepting an assumed "universal truth" of one God. I mean, there are people in the world who believe there are many gods, and I can't tell if people that insist there is only one are any more happy than the polytheists.
I doubt a lot.
Some people have claimed I won't be "saved" because of that. Because I doubt. But I doubt that. If there were something to be saved from. Which I also doubt.
One thing I do not doubt, however, is the fact that there is something far greater in the world, galaxy, and universe than my religious affiliations. It's petty peacocking to claim one has a "better" view. One corner of the world is never darker or lighter than another. We all know there's more out there than we little humans will ever know.
And that is the greatest and most wonderful thing of all: the unknown. Not the explainable, the rational, the quantifiable, or the tangible. It's all things that fall outside these realms which draws me into belief of something greater than my own problems, or my own ego.
The sun shines on all of us.
No one is better.
And no rabbit is luckier than another.
Some just get their limbs chopped off and get claimed as lucky.
I'd rather keep my limbs in tact, thanks.
Unlucky, doubtful, sad, ridiculous me.
