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the Freedom of Terror and Truth

July22

so…about the nature of truth.

ponder how difficult it is to convey the truth when everybody is speaking a different language.

…tongues, dialects, video, coding, body language, signing…

for example, the word ‘terrorist’ and the word ‘freedom fighter’ can be used to refer to the same people at any given time, or for a considered cause.

The word “hysterical” is another brilliant example of how “rich” the English language is with words that can have multiple meanings and applications.

with everyone speaking differently, truth is almost impossible to agree upon. yet believing in the existence of truth is the only thing that keeps us from devolving into tribal warfare. because without the existence of truth, the person who is most powerful becomes the person who is right.

soon I’ll talk about how God, and a belief structure, works in much the same way.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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I don’t know how to sing the blues

July9

borrowed, with gratitude from, Humans of New York : http://lnkd.in/bgtFJi5

the rest is me. sometimes we need examples of who not to be and what not to do.

some people channel such BULLSHIT through their lives.

so… that got me to the following:

Joanne has cancer. I spend almost every minute of the day willing her to be healed. I would take every ounce of strength I have and infuse her with it. I would give her every last drop of blood and white blood cells I can generate. I would carry her to the top of the mountain if I thought God could hear me more clearly.

this morning I ventured out to Starbucks in my Jeep. I often do annoying things that might include singing country songs at the top of my voice out of key, pray, play music loud (my current favorite to the horror of my neighborhood) is, What It’s Like (not a country song) by Everlast, from the Whitey Ford Sings the Blues album. it fits nicely with an open-air Jeep Wrangler (in Milton, Georgia this is the new Porsche).

a prayer popped into my head. then I realized it was a poem. then thought it might be a prayer. but, $@&% it… I meant it.

I love God He keeps me on my feet I love God He does not know the meaning of defeat I love God He keeps me on my toes I love God he is the architect of my woes I love God He makes me strong I love God He confuses my understanding of luck and fortuna I love God I beg him to make Jo well Soona (that was me rollin a bit ghetto).

so… what if poems are a form of prayer? does that mean stupid poems possess the potential to piss off God? if it makes me feel better, I think that’s a good sign.

…this reminds me… I wish Brandon, the creator and curator of Human of New York, would offer a method other than TUMBLR to share his own efforts. I wonder if he hears me?

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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Call Him what you must

December25

call Him what you will…

“that amorphous deity used to describe the magic, wonder, and beautifully unattainable mystery of our life and universe – describable only in poetry, metaphors, and parables which are often taken a bit too literally resulting in judgement, division, and violence.”

I say God. so, thank you God. but, no religion attached. I’m certain of the one and very open-minded abut the other. just convicted about it all. …all of it.

Merry Christmas.

go listen to, Love Came Down At Christmas, by Jars of Clay. do it!

or, watch it…

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

by the way… I spoke to my brother today. that left me with two thoughts…

I suspect Ken (not my brother) rats me out in a sense without really understanding context.

and,

to sort of quote…  it’s important to forgive.
ask yourself, “what have you had the hardest time forgiving?”
most will reply, “I’m not sure.”
consider, “when have you most needed forgiveness?”
again, most must certainly say, “I’m not sure about that either. I’m not talking about anything big, really. I’m talking about all the small things that need forgiveness. stuff with your brothers and sisters and friends. forgiveness keeps relationships moving. without forgiveness, everything comes to an end.”

let it all; all of it; begin tonight.

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maybe the Lord is God of thunder

December13

I may have George, John, Johnny and Todd back to hands-on-knees. I’ll add Mark to the mix.

so… I started with the simple question:

“How is it, or why is it, the Christians and Jews managed to come up with a “competing” holiday period Christmas and Hanukkah)?
What is the common ground or tension point?
Perhaps the answer is evident and I’m a bit foggy today. However, I’m drawing a blank. And, its a terrific excuse to engage you good men.”

it’s been quite a spell since I posited myself as the Heterodox, eh. the conversation is only getting itself underway. or, it may stop itself cold. perhaps because I answer my own question towards the end of soliloquy (an act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, esp. by a character in a play.) below. soliloquy kind of works because I talk to myself and mutter through the thinking process – and, it’s all quite dramatic.

while I want there to be a God, I do sense there is something I can’t fathom that creates triangles that generates purpose (this might make a lot of sense to people that play Soccer and/ or Lacrosse and understand physics) and might assign karma to stuff. maybe not Catholic soccer players from Ireland, mind you.

in any event, I suspect “God” was realized when some cave dweller saw a family friend fried by a lightning bolt and realized they were gone.

really gone.

they had evolved enough to be self, and not just situationally, aware. the concept of fading to black and no longer being conscious gave birth to the notion there is something else we can hope for.

few things inspire like hope.

playing on the need were some form of leader(s) that understood they could control others and this evolved into organized religion that first had to be filtered through a series of pagan rituals.

so, the line of David was divided while a bunch of people were holding an orgy under the harvest moon (although a dear friend suggests: “I believe Christmas which was not highly celebrated actually was chosen during a Roman festival of the sun. So in a way, it was marketing”). by the time they came to their senses it was December, and they picked and chose their favorite rites. but, both lines exert a measure of control with a set of rules that make most people manageable for the hierarchy that get to go to Mandela’s memorial and take “selfies”. God just issues discernment and sorts-out those that don’t use it in an advantageous way.

define advantageous as you will. that might be the holy grail.

something created the universe. it works brilliantly I think, unless its a fatally broken open-loop system that has [fill-in-the-blank] leakage at the end we can’t yet see (AT&T has a data-leakage problem they won’t admit to, and it causes a lot of slower thinking people financial issues). God works. when I finally see Him beyond my minds-eye, I THINK one of my first questions might be, “so how should I refer to you?”, or, “what do you like to be called?”. also, “do ‘selfies’ impact the whole ‘plank in the eye’ conversation?”.

one more thing… who wins if you care enough to keep asking the question(s) as I believe the Heterodox, must? is it a Kobayashi Maru? possibly Russian roulette? are you damned if you do? or, damned if you don’t?

see you on the other side. maybe not. probably.

peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

brian patrick cork

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