Would I steal a million bux? Stated as baldly as that, it makes me queasy. And yet --
Ballistic: would we be able to pull a mind-job and condone it in some way, go through denial so we didn't have to think about it, or make some excuse to make it seem applaudable in true "spiritual warfare" manner.
*blink* OK, here goes!
I believe in curses as well as blessings. The bible-god handed both out freely, and if we're supposed to follow his example, well, hey ho... And besides, didn't he tell the Israelites to "despoil the Egyptians" on their way out?
But I like donkey's rationale best. Still, I'd have to tell myself the truth: that I did it for revenge and because I'm sick of poverty. Wouldn't require me to say that to anyone else, though. Is that hypocrisy? Maybe. But it doesn't feel heinous if I'm not lying to myself.
Spanner, It's impossible to say "no" to 1. and not the others, so it's a "no" to all 4 questions.
Um, why? It's the same filter as the pacifist who says, "But I would have fought Hitler." A pacifist who wouldn't have fought Hitler is probably either a coward or a selective sociopath, by which I mean someone more concerned with his own pristine conscience than the reality of other people's misery.
Teenyuck,
Deprived of an education? That one is parental and a personal responsibility. I happened to have a *progressive* mother who didn't think I could/would make it as a pioneer (read spiritually weak) therefore no good JW boy would want me, therefore I needed an education to get out of her house ASAP. Because I was, in her words, "A milstone around my neck."
Fine. You know what I did? I got student loans. I got grants. We were poor. I worked, I went to class and I lived at home. ...
*applause* How old were you when you did all this, btw? I'm 48 now, the sole support of my family (husband semi-incapacitated), and when I had a lot more youthful stamina, I was damnsure that a college education and a career would doom me at Armageddon. I knew that better than my own name. You learned from your own mother that a college education meant survival. I learned to distrust anyone who recommended a college education.
One you believe that "we alone speak for god," no matter who "we" are, you're a hostage. And how responsible is a hostage?
Anyhow, I'm only whimpering a little bit. If I could figure out how to support my family, hell yeah I'd go for an MBA or something. I no longer have the stamina to juggle work, school and family; somthing would have to give. So I can't see my way clear, and I'm learning as fast as I can from life experience. Fortunately the learning curve is getting steep enough to be of some use, lately.
That million in Brooklyn looks mighty damn tempting, though. In my dreams.
And finally, Francois:
You want to make it to the next level of being don't you?
Not anytime soon. I like samsara dammit!
gently feral