But that was written a few years ago. More recently, I've had a potentially transforming experience...which I'll relate at the end of this posting.
Let me first delve into miracles, and, again from my Chapter on the Golden Evolution:
Popes have attained sainthood for similar "miracles," as for example, Pope Paul II for curing Floribeth More (above) of a brain aneurysm.
I have three miracles to suggest, the third one possibly a hint that there might be an afterlife.
- First, six years ago, for curiosity, I initiated an experiment. I kept re-using my Schick shaving system. Click on it to read the details. At one point three or four years ago I dropped it, breaking it. So I bought another one. The two two-blade razor (one for each) are the only ones I've used at home now for six years, and I shave every day. On the road I've also had similar plastic travel versions with no brand name, the second because I forgot the first one in one of my hotel rooms. By all modern day conventions, this has to be a miracle, for just the corrosion of the blades should have made them useless after a few months. This must be a miracle, for it generally meets the criteria cited above. A hint that continued reuse is actually possible, though, is the Infinity Razor, where for $4.99 you can purchase from Amazon.com the razor to the right. That was the price six years ago, and is still the same today.
- I can provide a second miracle that, well, is perplexing, but true:
- About ten weeks ago, I joined Kenji's Safari where we golfed five straight days in the outskirts of Napa Valley.
- On the third day, I had an easy 130 yard shot to the green. I had dropped of Kenji at this ball and drove to mine. I took the cover off my 8-iron and I think placed it on top of my golf bag. After I hit the ball, I came back to the cart and could not find my 8-iron cover. We had time at the end of the hole so I quickly emptied the golf bag, but no cover.
- The next day, again, with no one around me, I was a hundred yards from the pin, so I took out my pitching wedge, because of the puzzlement the day before, carefully placed the cover on my seat, went to hit my ball, returned, and, again, could not find the cover. Looked everywhere.
- After my return to Honolulu, I had now played at least ten times, and my eight-iron and pitching wedge stood out in my bag because they were the shiny non-putter ones without a cover. I never got around to replacing the set.
- so the only explanation I could imagine is that someone from the afterlife first stole it in California, then placed it back ten weeks later in Honolulu at my feet. Unlike a soap bar preventing cramps, which has no logical explanation, mine can only be ascribed to some divine intervention at play here. On the other hand, Kenji and I have had numerous discussions about the afterlife, and it is not totally impossible that, somehow, he had a role to play in these incidents.
- So does this prove there is an afterlife? Nah, I'm willing to allow for this potential miracle as something to do with a feeble mind.
- However, if over the next few weeks, that 8-iron cover mysteriously reappears, then, perhaps, I can convince myself that there must be something after I die, and I can forever banish any thoughts of my still expected eternal gloom.
Typhoon Matmo is now at 80 MPH and strengthening. The expectation is landfall as a Category 3 at Hualian, Taiwan, then on to China: