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(Say) The Word (And You'll Be Free)

"The Word" is the name of a particular Beatles' song, as everyone should know (by now).  It actually appeared on both the British Parlaphone release and American Capitol release of one of their best albums, Rubber Soul.  "Say the Word, and you'll be free/Say the Word, and be like me."  Indeed, the word, at least in this case, is the word I'm thinking of ... it's the word Love.  Yes, we all know the Beatles were about four guys who loved each other and they sang about love (among other things) in and through most of their songs. 
 
Now I happen to believe that the Word is divine.  Even Freud noted, "Do not let us despise the word" (and he was hardly a believer in the divine).  At the near beginning of Western philosophy, Aristotle ("the Philosopher," according to Aquinas) defined man as zoon logon ekhon--"a living being capable of speech"--all too easily and perhaps wrongly translated as "rational animal."
 
But how should we go about interpreting the word (and all this speech)?  According to Freud, "Analytic institutions would include branches of knowledge which are remote from medicine and which the doctor does not come across in practice: the history of civilization, the psychology of religion, mythology and the science of literature.  Unless he is well at home in these subjects, an analyst can make nothing of a large amount of his material.  By way of compensation, the great mass of what is taught in medical schools is of no use to him for his purposes."  Freud goes on to say that medical training is the "opposite of what the analyst needs as a preparation for psycho-analysis" and further it can even give them "a false and detrimental attitude" since a medical education (like psychiatry) will tend to dismiss too much as "unscientific." 
 
Recently, Christmas was celebrated by a great number of Christians throughout the world.  Although merely saying the Word will not make you free, it is a good start.  To that end, I offer my take on the Word and the power, glory and eternity of the Word:
 
In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum.  Hoc erat in principio apud Deum.  Omnia per ipsum factum est nihil, quod factum est.  In ipso vita erat, et vita erat lux hominum.  Et lux in tenebris lucet, et tenebrae eam non comprehenderunt.  Fuit homo missus a Deo, cui nomen erat Joannes.  Hic venit in testimonium ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine, ut omnes crederent per illum.  Non erat ille lux, sed ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine.  Erat lux vera, quae illuminat omnem hominem venientem in hunc mundum.  In mundo erat, et mundus per ipsum factus est, et mundus eum non cognovit.  In propria venit, et sui eum non receperunt.  Quotquot autem receperunt eum, dedit eis potestatem filios Dei fieri, his qui credunt in nomine ejus.  Qui non ex sanguinibus, neque ex voluntate carnis, neque ex voluntate viri, sed ex Deo nati sunt.  Et Verbum caro factum est, et habitavit in nobis: et vidimus gloriam ejus, gloriam quasi unigeniti a Patre plenum gratiae et veritatis.
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Vox clamantis in deserto

Whilst I compose this blog entry somewhat carefully and tiredly, there still exists a little time before the end of still yet another Christmas Day.  I arose, drank some hot tea, opened a gift, took a shower, drove to church, stopped at a drug store on the way home (because it was open and I am still suffering the ill-effects of a most unwelcomed cold), opened more gifts when the entire family came over whilst consuming appetizers, then ate dinner, played some games (including something having to do with Seinfeld which included a disc and the use of my blu-ray system) and then, once everyone left, started easily falling asleep positioned comfortably on the sofa.  
A full, rich day, indeed.  But I truly do remain vox clamantis in deserto (but that's only because I am a voice of one crying out in the wilderness).  Oh, I cry, lament and scream, of course, but no one hears me and, if someone does, he or she simply does not care.  Does this mean I have no voice?  After all, if no one hears it, just what good is having (and using) one?  Regardless, I do have my observations, perspective and refractions.  And woe to the person who attempts to take them away from me, now but especially in the future.
 
Nemo liber est qui corpori servit.  Well, no one is free who is a slave to his own body.  But aren't we all slaves to our bodies?  In some way, yes, of course; in other ways we certainly should not be but many of us are.  And that's a real problem.  Parva leves capiunt animas.  Well, small things surely do seem to capture small (light) minds.  How many people care or are somehow engaged in things that are truly small, petty, peripheral and ephemeral?  I don't know the number but the percentage is probably quite high, like far above, oh, seventy-five percent.  Pessimum genus inimicorum laudantes.  Well, flatterers are the worst kind of enemies.  It's just a shame and too darn bad that such a view is not more self-evident.  Radix omnium malorum est cupiditas.  Although no doubt Gordon Gekko would not agree, greed is the root of all evils, so it really is not good, because something cannot be the root of all evils and good at the same time.  I think this has to do with something about the principle of non-contradiction (or contradiction). 
 
Veritas vos liberabit.  Well, the truth will set me free.  I don't know what it will do for you.  It isn't likely to do anything for those who either don't believe in it or only accept it as purely relative.  Relative to what?  Beneficium accipere libertatem est vendere.  Well, to accept a favor is to sell one's freedom, or at least a little bit or piece of it.  So it's probably prudent to be very careful when it comes to accepting favors ... and from whom.  Fortes fortuna iuvat.  Well, fortune does favor the bold and helps the brave.  What it does for the timid and cowardly should be self-evident.  Adversus solem ne loquitur.  Well, it likely is not wise to speak against the sun (or even get too close to it).  But people do speak against it all the time without even realizing it.  Oh, they know not what they do.  But, then again, the ignorant never do.  Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.  That's a nice statement-like motto I'd like to adopt.  Yes, I will either find a way or  make one.  Knowing my luck, I'll have to find a way by making one.  But I wouldn't have it any other way, only because it seems slightly more than obvious by now that there is no other way.  And that is the way.  And it is good enough way for me.
 
Christmas Day is nearly over here in the Eastern Time Zone.  So I can and should conclude simply and sweetly by crying out in a pleasant and quite reassuring voice:  Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel, Froehe Weinachten, Feliz Navidad and Hilarem Festum!!!  
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Singing the praises, even poorly, of certain guuurls

I enjoy people who think what they say and then say what they they think.  Their feelings, on the other hand, don't have any hands, so they don't matter (or come into view, as Hussel might say).  Regardless, fari quae sentiat is certainly the mark of a bold person.  And fortune tends to favor the bold.  That is why, perhaps, I esteem bold people who think out their thoughts without any worry or concern about how popular or well-received they might be.  And that is why I sing the praises of such people.  Granted, I sing poorly, at least for the most part.  But I do have my moments.  In this delightful but forgettable blogification of random but semi-organized thoughts, I wish to sing (and not lament) some slight praises of certainly defined guuurls. 
 
There are, I can admit, men for whom I could sing praiseworthy praises as well.  But that would only be another blog for another day and time.  Herein I wish to commend--even though they hardly need my commendation (free of charge as it may be)--three guuurls for their insight, their humor, their fine moral-political-cultural indignation and their ability to express themselves in various books, columns and speeches they have given through and over the last several years.  Whilst two of these guuurls are younger than I am, I look up (or down) to their youth, vigor and vitality.  Whilst the other guuurl, however, is older than I am (by about two years), I look down (or up) to her elderism, vigor and vitality.  Even though one earned an undergraduate degree from Cornell, one from Dartmouth and one from Oberlin College, I won't, don't and can't hold that (at least not steadily) against them.  After all, they were young, impressionable and naive when they went (away) to college.  What did they know and how did they know it?  (Being the exception, however, I cannot relate.  Sorry.)
 
It should be more than obvious by this paragraph to whom I am referring when I write about these three guuurls.  (No, they're not the second, third or tenth coming of "Charlie's Angels," because, among other things, they have functioning, operating brains and immaterial minds that refract sense impressions and tussle with innate ideas [of the Cartesian kind, I'm sure] in a most gratifying way.)  Therefore there is no reason under the sun or moon to explicity state the names of these three dandified guuurls.  But in the interests of the unenlightened and mentally-politically-morally challenged, here goes, in order of birth date: A.H. Coulter, L.A. Ingraham and M. Malkin.  Yet what is in a name (or an initial)?  Whether one takes these three guuurls seriously or comically (or somewhere in between) matters not even a half an iota to me.  I take them to be real, as in genuine, as in authentic, as in principled, as in structured, as in orderly, as in polemical, as in earnest, as in humorous, as in satirical, as in not quite hysterical, as in singular (and not plural), as in educated but not inculcated by the socially obtuse and culturally condemned denizens of liberal post-modernity.  Goody, goody and more goody for them. 
 
Even if they can't speak, write or understand (much) Latin, that's okay with me.  I don't begrudge Annie and Laura for having juris doctorate degrees.  After all, we all have our handicaps and crosses to bear.  I understand this.  Crescit sub pondere virtus; domat omnia virtus.  And, of course, we all have, through our formal and informal educations, a certain kind of deformation we experience whilst in the process.  Again, I am nothing if not understanding, sympathetic, empathetic and even a tad compassionate.  Oh, and patient.  I have a lot of patience.  (God gave it to me and I finally took it.)  But, then again, I suppose I have a lot of patience to lose. 
 
But I choose to hear what these three guuurls have to say and write, and I think it only right for me let anyone (and I'm not anyone, it's true, for I am truly and most humbly no one) know this, that is, if they wish to know this.  Consequently I own various books they have written (among the 250 books in my personal but memorial library).  One day--and I know that day may never arrive--I would like each and every single one of them to sign her very personal (and legal) name on a page of at least one of the books she has created, constructed, written and submitted.  Try as I might, I can't get a personal autograph from Plato or Aristotle on one of their works, so I'll settle happily for an autographical signature by one, two or three of these guuurlish ladies.  I only hope I am not fooled here, like I've been in the past, because I made a promise to myself that I won't get fooled again, which is not easy, I admit, since for so long I've been content to be the fool on the hill and/or a real nowhere man.  I make no allusions to illusions; I only want to verify, confirm and experience, if only once, the really real authoresses who stand or sit under the words they compose on the written page or screen.  Since I can no longer hope to die before I get old, I do hope to die after I get old (and gray).  But I still like every minute of the day.  And the creatures and things that go bump in the night.
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Doing Battle With eDisHarmony

As most folks don't know, I am a quasi-member of eHarmony.  No, not a PAYING member.  But I do "belong" (a poor choice of a word, I admit) to the "eHarmony Advice" message board.  Now although I have never used any crude or vulgar language when constructing my various posts and comments, a number of them have been quite critical of a number of posts thrown up by several members.  But I have done my best to show no mercy and/or tolerance for those threads started by the geniuses employed by eHarmony (which would be, I suppose, the "eHarmony Advice" team). 
 
Many of their questions are inane, banal, ill-conceived, poorly worded and structured, general and abstract to the point of complete and utter contentlessness and just plain meaningless (both functionally and, of course, intrinsically and inherently).  My deepening impressions are that these questions are devised by people who either never made it out of junior high school or did so but just barely.  These questions expose the preconceptions and presumptions (and ignorance) of the questioneers.  Since some of my comments do not meet with their apparent approval, some of my comments have been reviewed (prior to posting, after I hit the "send" prompt) and, as a result of those reviews, have not been posted.  Thus they have been disallowed, as in denied, as in not permitted, as in negated.
 
Well, of course.  Whatever those delicate geniuses-insightful social scientists (and budding amateur psychologists) decide, it's their board and their site and their game.  And I'm fairly sure they are so stupendously sincere and waywardly well-meaning.  They are also, however, weasels.  But they have to play their little games.  Fine.  I'll play mine.  Now whatever good things eHarmony accomplishes--and there may be a few, I might admit--such things are easily and effortlessly negated by the absurd myths and pernicious embellishments that the post-modern mind creates and then readily accepts and believes in.  My calling is nothing more (or less) than repudiating such twaddle-like piffle.  And, being the fair, just and noble person I aspire to be, it is my pleasure and honor to do just that.  And I even do it for free!
 
Now for all those writers, columnists, thinkers and drinkers out there that have even taken eHarmony to task for any legitimate and valid reason whatsoever, thank you all very, very much.  This naturally includes Mrs. Michelle Malkin, who once upon a fine time ripped eHarmony (and its founder) for caving into the gay-homosexual-lesbian-bi-sexual-trangendered-multi-gendered-hermaphrodite lobby and coming up with something for them and theirs, which is exactly what a private company or business ought to do.  Not.  Quite.  But some folks would rather take the money and run (or walk away quickly), so what can anyone really do? 
 
Some people in life (and even after life) want their cake and then they want to eat it, too.  Okay.  But if they are so inclined, let them choke on it.  That's what I call just desserts.   
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Bill O'Reilly, Jesus and the a-theists (of Washington state)

"There you go again" now translates to "Here we go again."  Every year after Thanksgiving (the day) ends, the Christmas season, the one with all the shopping and buying and running around, begins.  Of course this is not all that begins.  For some odd reason a great many people want to put up (and see put up) various decorations celebrating the season.  No, it is not the winter season or the month of December they wish to celebrate.  They wish to celebrate that, according to their religious beliefs, the birth of God's only begotten, not made, Son has happened, that the Word (Logos) became flesh and dwelt among us.  Whether this occured in the month of December is quite irrelevant; that is happened at a point in time--that it is historical--and deserves to be acknowledged and celebrated, even proclaimed, is the important aspect.  This Jesus of Nazareth was sent by God, his Heavenly Father, to save the people (humanity) from their sins and liberate them from the clutches of the devil (or, as he or she is better known to his or her more devoted followers, Satan).  
For as long as this country has been a nation there does not seem to have been any (or many) problems with the celebration (or at least acknowledgement) of Christmas as not only a religious holy day but a legal, secular, state-sanctioned holiday.  The fact that the majority of American citizens claim to be Christians--followers of this Jesus the Christ--seemingly fits well into line with regard to the reason for the government, be it on the federal, state or local level, declaring it an official holiday.  Certainly the retailers need this holiday and the roughly thirty days (between Thanksgiving and Christmas Day) it gives them to keep afloat their businesses, at least until the next Christmas season.  Up until fairly recently--say the 1960s, if not the 1970s--few people or groups openly complained and moaned about how Christmas displays--with overly Christian themes--were erected on the grounds of various city halls, county courthouses, state capitals and federal buildings (not to mention the Capitol itself).  But then a few special interest groups started complaining about the separation of church and state and how this violates it, meaning, I guess, allowing non-secular Christmas decorations to be displayed on federal, state, county or local government land and/or in buildings was nothing more than a sure sign that the First Amendment was being ripped to shreds by such an ostentatious and sectarian establishment of religion (much like the phrase "In God We Trust" does). 
 
The Supreme Court, acting with great ambiguity and capriciousness since the 1940s on such isssues, wisely decided that certain religious decorations and displays can be put up ... provided, of course, they fit certain parameters and pass certain Constitutional tests as ruled by the majority of sitting Supreme Court Justices.  Of course the fine folks at the ACLU, their coffers overflowing with greenbacks (thanks to certain Supreme Court decisions), are ever vigilant when it comes to such things, ready to pounce with their legal eagles on red alert, should some aggrieved victim or duely offended non-Christian (or Christian)  person or group notices something amiss.  To that end, I'm sure, mayors, city managers and governors everywhere across the fruited plane walk a tight rope on pins, needles and eggshells around this time of year.  This leads us rather nicely into Mr. Bill O'Reilly's column, dated Saturday, December 06, 2008:  "Jesus Versus the Atheists."  The venue is the state of Washington, and one of the main characters happens to be the esteemed governor of the great state of Washington, Christine Gregoire, who, as governors are sometimes forced to do, plays a part that would do Solomon himself proud.
 
In order to be fair and just and tolerant and toe the line, the good governor had to allow one of those victimized and offended groups equal access and opportunity to rebut the Christians and their overtly religious (as in non-secular, non-watered down, non-vanilla-like) displays.  Thus this group of freethinkers, rationalists and enlightened ones were allowed to put up their own display, one that can only celebrate and elevate themselves by tearing down and denigrating those narrow-thinking, irrational, superstitious and appallingly unenlightened theists.  So the a-theists--really anti-theists, of course--erected some kind of sign or poster that read thus:  "There are no gods, no devils, no angels, no heaven or hell.  There is only our natural world.  Religion is but a myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds."  Gee, with a fine and dandy statement like that they would have done folks like Protagoras, Leucippus, Democritus, Hobbes, Hume, Schopenhauer, Marx, Nietzsche, Freud, Dewey, Russell and Sartre, all of whom are quite dead, very proud; and others, still in the land of the living, such as Dawkins, Dennett, Harris and Hitchens (in no particular but alphabetical order).  I'm strangely confident that such a statement would have greatly pleased most members of the ACLU, secular humanists, neo-Marxists, Leftists, deconstructionalists, pagans, Wiccans, anarchists and, naturally, most members of the anti-religious elite found in academia, the entertainment industry and the drive-by, albeit slowly, media. 
 
The statement of the atheists is as ludicrous as it is non-sensical.  They failed to define "gods," "devils," "angels," "heaven" or "hell."  They write of a "natural world," but neither define what is "natural" or what is meant by "world."  They don't bother to define "religion," "myth," "superstition," "hearts" or"minds."  It would seem that they've surrendered the definitions of those terms, at least most of them, to their opponents, the Christians (followers of this Jesus they speak and write about).  So in allowing the other side to define the terms, they have most unwittingly (and probably unwillingly) played into their hands.  Since existential statements are never subject to demonstration, the existential statements of the atheists fail in reference, especially considering they are all couched in negative terms.  "There are" (existential modifier) NO gods/devils/angels/heaven/hell.  Well, it certainly logically follows that IF there are no gods or no God, THEN there are no devils/angels/heaven/hell, since all those entities, places and conditions would be thoroughly contingent on there being gods or one God.  "There is" (existential modifier) only our natural world.  But one does not prove a natural world exists any more than one proves a stone exists.  One simply labels something a natural world or stone, that is, one points to something and gives it a name.  Existence is never subject to proof.  But proving the existence or non-existence of God is far more trickier, complex and intricate, since "God" is not a subject or object in the world or universe.  "God" is not subject to space or time and does not exist in space or time.  (This is why Kant knew no proofs for God's existence would do, for the categories of space and time that condition our thinking are not subject and do not apply to a being outside such categories.  This is even more so if one views God as the ground of all being and being itself.) 
 
As far as stating that religion is a myth, that is great, except that word is not defined or placed with a context (much like the words "gods," "devils," "angels," heaven" or "hell").  It is not clarified whether or not they are referring to natural or revealed religion.  In all myths there is some or a great deal of truth, for myths, properly understood within a given context, are not to be taken literally.  The word "supersitition" is an odd choice as well, since it is equated with both the word "religion" and "myth," which would mean that it is being used univocally, which does not make much or any sense.  "Superstitione tollenda religio non tollitur," was Cicero's observation on the durability of religion.  "Religion is not abolished by elminating superstition" is the fairly rough but accurate translation.  It was Edumnd Burke, I believe, who gave us the aphorism, "Religion, not atheism, is the true remedy for superstition."  While many religious people, maybe even most, are superstitious, it is certainly not logically valid to conclude that religion and superstition are one in the same (thing).  Strangely enough, there are non-religious people who happen to be quite superstitious. 
 
The "hardens hearts" and "enslaves minds" conclusion may be the toughest to figure, even for a dimwitted fool like me.  Again, there may be a great many "religious" people that have had their hearts hardened and their minds enslaved by religion--or their take, interpretation or application of religion--their religion--but it does not follow, of course, that religion, as generically and widely understood, therefore necessarily causes hearts to harden and minds to be enslaved.  I would only suggest the obvious here, namely, that a great many other things may indeed cause people's heart to harden and their minds to become enslaved.  Interestingly enough, many atheists, agnostics and anti-theists suffer from hardened hearts and enslaved minds.  Given they have no (or no need or desire for) religion, what is their excuse? 
 
I want to end with a beautiful quote from someone not me, for I don't quote myself well or beautifully.  Taken from a USA Today article dated 20 August 2007, it is by Tom Krattenmaker and is entitled "Secularists, What Happened to the Open Mind?"
 
"Critical thinking might be to secularism what faith is to devout religious believers.  Thinking rationally, questioning assumptions, embracing complexities and eschewing the black-and-white--these habits of  mind are, to the champions of non-belief, a keystone of the secular worldview and a crucial part of what separates them from religious people.  So why, when it comes to matters of religion, do secularists so frequently leave their critical thinking at the door?"  Mr. Krattenmaker, however, did not indicate whether this was the front or back door.  But what does it matter and what is the difference?        
 
     
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The Big Red and The Big Green, Part II

This is either the second part of part one or the first part of part two.  I haven't decided.  I also can't remember what the heck I wrote--well, printed--in the first part.  Whatever it was, I'm somewhat sure it was nutritious and edifying.  Maybe.  Anyhoo, there was something in the first part about the Big Red and the Big Green.  I don't think it was terribly obscene.  But it could have been quite mean.  Yet there are worst things in life I have seen, even with my eyes wide open shut.
So what does one get when he (that's me) mixes the Big Red with the Big Green?  I don't know, of course, because I haven't done it.  Yet.  But I find it excruciatingly interesting that the Big Red and the Big Green have never been seen together.  Does that indicate they don't mix (and match)?  Why would that be?  They seem so much alike, after all, and birds of a feather do tend (or should) flock together.  Just once in my painfully wretched lifetime of self-mortification and delayed gratification would I so enjoy seeing them together, side by side, arm in arm, joined in unison and melodic resonance.  But, alas, some things (and people) in this life are not meant to be. 
 
But perhaps the two are not really two at all.  They could be but two distinct and yet similar reflections of one person, could they not?  No, not one person, I suppose.  But one soul?  I don't know.  It's possible.  And I hear that with God all things are possible.  Yet it seems some possibilities are more possible (and therefore less improbable) than other possibilities.  But what do I know and why should I care?
 
The truth, the kind that hurts and the kind that sets one free, is that the Big Red and the Big Green have something in common, something more vital and important and meaningful and significant than all the other little things they share in common.  This much has been revealed to me, not kept concealed from me, and because it has, and because it is a private revelation, I must not reveal it, for it must remain with me in privacy until the time comes when I am given permission to reveal it.  And, as we all know, time reveals everything.  When that time is finally at hand, I shall reveal it to the Big Red and the Big Green so that they might understand and therefore grow ever stronger in their faith, for what good is one's faith if it is not really understood?  Thus I leave off this bloggery with a quote from one who has gone before us marked by the sign of faith. 
 
"Vere tu es Deus absconditus.  Those to whom God has imparted religion by intuition are very fortunate ... and justly convinced.  But to those who do not have it, we can give it only by reasoning, waiting for God to give them spiritual insight, without which faith is only human ... and useless for salvation."  This is, indeed, a peaceful, easy resignation.  
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The Big Red and The Big Green, Part I

Before I begin, even if I already have, I am tired and sick and flabbergasted that some of my much beloved bloggeries have been flagged (and, I guess, deleted) as offensive.  I thought that, if anything, they were rather defensive.  Offensive to whom?  A fly caught in the spider's web?  This is just another example of a bad example.  But I won't be silenced even if my mouth gets erased. 
 
The title of this bloggery is clearly entitled in such a way that even the illiterati can read it.  "The Big Red and the Big Green" are, of course, code words, ones that I am forced to use to get my message (although not quite in a bottle) out.  So who or what is this Big Red?  And how about this Big Green?  Well, I don't know, but I'm a going to do some explaining right here and now, because, if I don't, why, there's going to be a lot more explaining to do.  And nobody wants that, not even nobody, even if that nobody is a somebody.
 
Now since the Big Red is older, and because age generally comes before beauty--although I make no aesthetic judgments here--we'll start with the Big Red (even though "R" follows "G," "C" precedes "D").  Now the Big Red has a proper name, I'm sure, but I can't reveal it here.  However, I cannot conceal the Big Red's initials.  They happen to be AHC, and that does not stand for "Area Hourly Coverage," at least I don't think, because according to moderately paid sources, AHC entered the world either in December of 1963 or, perhaps, a little earlier, like in December of 1961.  Please note that JFK was President in December of 1961; LBJ was President in December of 1963.
Now this AHC is allegedly a #1 New York Times bestselling authoress.  Therefore she authoresses books, but how many I don't know or can't count.  In the back of one her more recent books there appears a section called Notes.  I think that's highly significant.
 
With regard to the Big Green, however, we apparently have a different set of numbers and initials.  According to lowly placed sources, those initials are LAI, and that unlikely stands for "Land Above Indices," although verification is still pending.  The information we are receiving regarding the month and year of live birth for LAI happens to be roughly June of 1964.  LBJ was still President during that time, and he would be for something like four more years.  Now like AHC, LAI is also (but not only) an authoress, but whether she is a #1 bestselling one is a matter of dispute.  Yet LAI is something more, as in something in addition to, just being an authoress.  LAI is also a "nationally syndicated radio talk show hostess," which is perhaps something like a "nationally predicated radio talk show hostess." 
 
It is now time in our inquiry--and this is, if nothing else, an inquiry concerning human understanding--to decipher what, if anything, the Big Red and the Big Green stand for.  Granted, they may very well sit for things, jump for things and maybe even skip for things, but they ought not do such things until they have learned to properly stand (and stand firm) for at least one true thing.  Although it is a most wild but not weird guess, I am going to state uncategorically that the Big Red has something to do with a certain institutution of so-called higher learning, one that is located in New York State (and not New York City).  Let this school, if that is what it is, be located in Ithaca, New York.  Well, what located in Ithaca?  Why, among other things, I'm fairly sure, Cornell University, and such a university ought to stand for something, shouldn't it?  But what of the Big Green?  I assert pensively that the Big Green has something to do with a certain institution of so-called higher learning and this particular institution may very well be located in New Hampshire, perhaps Hanover to be more exact.  But what in the lower forty-eight is located in Hanover, New Hampshire?  Why, it could be Dartmouth College.  And if one Ivy League school can stand for something, well, two Ivy League schools can possibly stand for even more.  No?  No, yes
 
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