With the subject of Romney and porn availibility in hotel rooms, plus I wanted to start this topic anyway now that I've had my belly full of cannilbalism...
What about privacy? Do you believe that there is a place you can go as a mortal where no one will see you? Do you believe that the spirit world is right here among us and "dead people" can see us? (See Return from Tomorrow and other near-death experiences)
3 And the arebellious shall be bpierced with much csorrow; for their iniquities shall be dspoken upon the housetops, and their secret acts shall be revealed.
Do you put a lot of importance in your own personal "privacy?" What is that, anyway?
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I think that there is a real value to privacy. It doesn't matter whether there are spirits watching or not. Part of it is that I'm anti-social, and sometimes I just need time away from interaction with people. I'm not going to be interacting with unseen spirits who may or may not be watching me. I think many people have the assumption that if you want privacy that you are up to something bad. I think that in the majority of cases, people simply prefer to do certain things in privacy, even though that thing is perfectly normal. People who do not feel that need are an aberration, rather than the rule. For instance, I had a companion on my mission who would leave the door to the bathroom open when he was going potty. That's the exception; most people prefer privacy for that sort of thing.
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If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom, go from us in peace. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen! - Samuel Adams
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom, go from us in peace. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen! - Samuel Adams
I have a little shrine to Ray in my closet, complete with a little doll that looks just like him. Sometimes when Ray posts something really inane, or when I get really bored, I do things to the little doll. Ray, remember two nights ago when you kept taking your feet out of the covers because they were getting too hot? I had a lighter that night...
-- Edited by Roper at 12:28, 2007-07-16
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PS> Do mothers of infants ever have time alone? I think not... Being heavenly mother with millions of spirit babies... I think will be extra special... Not sure how we'll manage all the interruptions... I'll be constantly saying, "Go ask your mother."
-- Edited by rayb at 12:32, 2007-07-16
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I must be even uberworshipful than Ray... He has a little shrine for me at which he leaves me offerings of banana cream filled twinkies on a regular basis... of course, bok has a shrine for me as well, but it is probably more along the lines or your Shrine to Ray, roper!
Ya know, one could really end up doing themselves a mental mischief if they had to worry about spirits watching them in the bathroom... could you imagine how degrading it would feel if you were the angel assigned to watch folks while in the bathroom? There in the "Guardian Angel Lounge", a conversation goes on...
'So, brother, new here, eh? What is your job assignment? Is it as exciting as mine? I get to watch over people flying the space shuttle' 'um, well, ahem, I...' 'Come on man, spit it out!' 'I'm assigned to keep an eye on folks when they are relieving themselves at the local Walmart's public bathrooms...' 'Hey, that... is... {snicker}... yeah, that's {snort}... great! {bursts out in loud laughter}'
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
Few people know this, but this is the real reason Howard Hughes saved all his urine in bottles... he had gotten a glimpse of the guardian angel that was watching him in the bathroom... so, instead of going into the bathroom, well, he just asked for the jar...
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
I'm curious what you'd do in complete privacy (meaning there's no other human soul anywhere near you, including say spouses for stuff that spouses do with some privacy... at least til the kids start banging on the door...).
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)