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  No, Google is able to listen and understand what those of us, which are probably most of us, ask of it, and provide us with more often than not, relevant answers.  Which is not the modus operandi of the Christian God, the Muslim God, and the God of the Jewish people.  All three of whom, were they to be considered as different 'Gods', or the same 'God', worshipped by Muslims, Jews and Christians in different ways, according to their different cultures.   Are completely dependent on their believers to give them life and the power to 'do things', but only through actions of people. And so it is that, the same irrationality which prevents, intellectually blinds the theistic believers, the devoted Judaists, Muslims and Christians, et al.   From conferring on us humans the status of being the species with the greatest evolved intellect and power in our known world and multiverse.  Is also the the same irrationality that is preventing many of us, individually and col

  Deaths and funerals doeth maketh the occasion for truces between estranged or at war family members, and I cannot say I did not relish said opportunity on this sad but also auspicious occasion.  Even as I made my way towards a favourite nephew, the son of a favourite but, sadly, brother who had passed a good twenty years ago.  It was good that he was as pleased as I was, to see me, even as we amiably greeted each other.  My soul, as I might colloquially frame it, was also pleased to witness the presence of other relatives, even though they and I were not able to summon up the courage to approach each other and exchange greetings.  And even as I looked around me, both outside and now, inside the church to see whether and which relative who I had not seen for some years, were present.  I began to contemplate whether the thawing of family estrangements would survive this coming together.  Whether this feeling of poignant euphoria would survive this event; this day, and, if so, for how l

  So, here we are at Holy Trinity Church on a mild Tuesday mid-morning on 8th February 2022.  Finally, the long awaited day has arrived. Today is the appointed day for having the funeral service of my dear, now departed mother.  It has been a full month and 10 days since she has, sadly, but expectedly died or, more euphemistically, passed from the domain of the l iving to the domain of, yes, let us, for now atleast, say, the departed.  Having made my way, at times tenuously and impatiently, as having to contend with traffic delays due to the congestion arising from the transformation of the area for the impending Commonwealth Games, to the blessed church.  I awaited the hearse and its convoy taking the mortal remains of my dear mother to the service to arrive.  Within 15-20 minutes it pulled up on Trinity Road, with it and the attending limos making their parking at the side of the road as unobtrusive as they could.  Thus minimising the inconvenience they caused to the traffic going hi