Kibbles & Bits (XVIII)

[The subject-line?  Inside joke.]

Karefully krafted kwotes 4 U.  (For context, click thru.)

The larger editorial point in all this, is not the travails of the individual lands, which indeed have my deepest sympathy, but the way in which much of our media  resembles Top 40 radio, pumping out pop tunes, which the public whistles, blissfully unawares.

Stabat mater dolorosa
iuxta Crucem lacrimosa,
dum pendebat Filius.

Then Christ revealed his wound so wide

  Oh the leaves drop down in autumn

And Thomas thrust his hand inside.

  and the cherry blooms in spring

I have just conceived a remarkable proof and elucidation of the whole shebang!  But alas  the 140-character limit of Twitter  does not permit its exposition …

I have on occasion twitted ultra-Darwinists and early-universe cosmologists  for being seduced by the flashbulbs and footlights  into amorphous public vaporings upon matters of which they know not.  But their shticks are mostly harmless.  More concerning are ongoing attempts by neuroscientists to degrade what is left of human morality, accountability, and free-will.

Time:  Judgment Day.  Place:  The Pearly Gates.