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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

  All you need is the required internet access and the smart device to communicate with Google. You ask questions, be they difficult ones, profound or silly ones, of Google, and you get a response.  Your response will be relevant and in real time, and there is unlikely to be anything 'mysterious' about how that response is conveyed or communicated to you.  You will not have to 'wonder' or 'contemplate' on whether a particular event, phenomenon or circumstance which occurred shortly, or even some considerable time after you asked your question, was or could have been the 'answer' 'God' has given to your question.  As appears to be the modus operandi of how that other 'human-made' but unproven and mythical 'God' is believed to conduct business.  No, there will no mysticism, conjecture or self-or-other deception about the answers Google will provide to your questions.  No having to resort to 'the Gospel', to ancient scripture

  Looked at from a philosophical perspective, I am able to contemplate my dear mother's passing and pending proverbial 'putting to rest', from the rather consoling position of knowing this.  That, although her physical body is now being subjected to destruction by time, she is impervious to any hurt or pain.  Even as I, probably somewhat rudely as it were, am made more acutely aware of the need, the urgency to live my own life and endeavour to enjoy it. While I, like others amongst the living, await our turn to go over the edge. But for now, let us focus on the unfinished affairs of my dear and now departed mother, as her family, with the indispensable assistance of others, make the necessary arrangements for 'sending her off.'  Not for her the spectacular and fiery send off a Viking notary, as those of us who have seen The Vikings, for instance, which is a film which I believed my dear mother would have seen and most probably enjoyed.  For though it really is the c

  For us, the living, times does not really go by; it is us who expires. Therefore it is incumbent upon us that we do enjoy the time and space which we occupy, for oh, such a brief moment in the evolution of time and space.

  But is it 'normal' or 'abnormal'? Well, that might be a question which is best left for those who have observed and studied the subject as a profession.  It is not a straightforward matter, as ones, including my own reactions to the death of my dear mother could and might change over time.  I guess that what might matter most, at this time, for now, is not so much what our reactions are.  But rather the impact of those reactions on our, my and others health and social functioning.  Whether the consequences are detrimental or healing. It is within the realm of what we tend to call, unfinished business; finding closure, if such a state can ever really achieved by us mortals.  Yes, I, if I really think of it, ponder on it for any length of time, am really occupying a state of suspended reality, as I await the burial of my dear mother.  And thought this state can prove uncomfortable for me, when I ponder on the reality or fact of my dear mother's body being kept refri