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Reading Susan Sontag's "On Photography" has given me a lot of food for thought. Photography has become a catalogue of our collective human consciousness. Before WWII the most brilliant photographers were doing their best to redefine what "beauty" was. What was "worth" photographing. Now that everything can be thought of as beautiful and meaningful, where does that leave the indiviudual? What is one to do when faced with the inestimable volume of things that matter? Where should one start? What compass can guide one to find what they're supposed to do. The only compass that matters, of course. The internal compass that has always and will always orient itself in the direction of one's interests and passions, if one will but listen.
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Well, obviously religion can be perverted into a tool to manipulate and control people, but I believe it's beginnings were much more than that. Religion began when theories were advanced to explain the as-yet untestable. Religions are all theories...hypotheses. and like any hypothesis, when they are proven false by the evidence at hand, then we must come up with something new to account for the new information.

THATS what I should have said.... My timing's been all off this week.

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And now I shall retire to hum along with the Dao and get some sleep. Much to do tomorrow.