As we analyze the projections of
exponential growth pertaining to technology, we arrive at an idea some have
referred to as the Singularity. The Singularity is actually a concept coming
out of physics which can describe the point at the center of a black hole where
all time, matter, and energy converge into one singular point and the very
fabric of physics is torn into pieces. The concept of a wormhole is that at
this point of singularity the physical state of the universe begins to fold in
on itself creating a vacuum sucking everything from one point and expelling it
out another. This would be like the connecting point of a circle. It is the
starting point and ending point at the same time. It would be a loop of never
ending time, matter, and energy. Ergo, the Singularity would be the point where
we witness the beginning, end, and everything in between. Philosophically, the
Singularity is the culmination of all that was and all that will be into one
central location, time, and space. Singularity, in the philosophical sense, is
the final realization of all known Truth.
Our religion is a philosophy. It
is a set of beliefs guiding our worldview, influencing our behaviors, and
regulating our understanding of the after-life. Those that consider themselves
“very religious” pay close attention to the philosophical tenets of their
shared organized religious beliefs. Others who consider themselves “unreligious”
tend to pay closer attention to their existential intellectual observations
when building a life philosophy. One group might be considered more stable and
rooted in the philosophies which have been proven out over the test of time.
The other group might be considered more nimble and sensitive to the evolving
culture and world in which they presently live. The overall positive or
negative evaluation of either group is wholly dependent upon the perspective
one has at the moment of analysis. The ultimate conflict between the two groups
is that the “very religious” see reality through the lens of their established
philosophy while the “unreligious” develop their philosophy based on the lens
of their own life experience. One believes that the entire grocery store of
existence fits into their philosophical grocery cart. The other carefully
chooses items off of the grocery shelves of existence in order to fill their
philosophical grocery cart as best they can.
The Singularity, as discussed by Ray Kurzweil, is a point
where informational and technological growth have increased exponentially along
a long enough timeline that human ability to contain it, or even continue to
fathom its full implications, fails entirely necessitating an evolutionary
watershed moment where biological humans begin to mesh with technology and become
cyborgs. The idea is that assimilation with such a rapidly advancing technology
would be preferable to being left behind and eventually eliminated by a race of
cybernetic intelligence that might look upon a purely biological human as we do
an ant or a mosquito. Kurzweil’s Singularity is the coming together of humanity
and technology in a way that blurs the lines between the two entirely resulting
in a new form of existence which supersedes its predecessors.
Most religions (philosophies)
share similar ideas of a spiritual Singularity. Whether discussing an
after-life or contemplating an end-times scenario, various ideas of being
reunited with one’s God, Creator, or Energy Source seem to look like a
spiritual wormhole where one has looped back at the very end to the source of
the very beginning. Singularity with one’s God, whether that God be energy or a
being or a cosmic consciousness, seems to be an overwhelmingly accepted
philosophy professed by every major religion, science, and belief system
throughout all of human existence. For the most part we can all agree that we
return to the original base form from which we have come indiscriminate of what
our primary life experience has been. “Ashes to ashes…dust to dust.”
As one’s philosophical views
become more forward-looking and organic, it becomes easier to navigate meaning
in the contemporary world that we live in. With the exponential growth of world
population, energy consumption, need for natural resources, and technology it
seems highly unlikely that the philosophical worldviews established over the
last 5,000 years could account for ALL that is happening now and about to
happen in the next 50 years. For instance, technologically, the world of 2000
BC was much more similar to the world of 1500 AD than 1900 AD is to today. That
means that the previous 4000 years of human existence are incredibly similar
when using the last 150 years as a template of comparison. And it is certain
that what is technologically possible 50 years from now is nowhere close to
proving realistically viable today. This is the result of exponential growth in
knowledge which spurns exponential growth in technology which spurns
exponential growth in pursuit of Truth (or philosophy of existence).
In this sense, philosophical
Singularity is the compressing together of these elements (knowledge,
technology, and truth) into one singular place at one singular time when the
very fabric of existence is torn and the beginning intersects with the end
creating a loop, or wormhole, where all reality, perspective, and philosophy
come together fully unified and fully revealed. For most, this spiritual
Singularity is called “afterlife” or “judgment day”. It is where all
misconceptions are left behind and truth is revealed without distraction of
alternative theories. It is where truth becomes self-evident and reality is no
longer dependent upon perspective. In a sense, this spiritual Singularity is
the focal point of our most predominant religious philosophies from the ancient
Egyptians to the American Indians to the contemporary Christians. Achieving spiritual
Singularity with one’s deity drives the daily behaviors, politics, economics,
and overall worldview of the majority of past and contemporary human society.
All of you out there who've made the Newtown, CT massacre
about YOU should be ashamed of yourselves. From political agendas to
unscrupulously subjective rantings about how God has abandoned our secular
school system, please shut the fuck up.
Now is a time for mourning. Now is a time for sorrow. Now is
a time for contemplation and resolve. Now is a time for grasping one another’s
hands and quietly acknowledging that there will be families with presents under
their trees this year which were meant to go to children that are no longer
with us. It is incomprehensible. And, yet, it is survivable. Somehow, the worst
victims of tragedy get better. Somehow, we always seem to heal. Somehow, we eventually
accept these tragedies as a part of our new and future reality.
I’m not trying to teach anyone anything by writing these
words. I’m just trying to stir it around and mix it in with the rest of my daily
food so that maybe it can be palatable enough for me to gulp down. I’m too
pissed off not to try to get this down the hatch so I can move forward. I’m
pissed at every one of us—every one of our leaders—every one of our schools—every
one of our families—and I resent the implication that ANY OF US knows a fucking
thing about why this happened.
I resent the implication that ANY OF US understand anything
at all about the list
of massacres in each of the US States since the early 1800’s. 40 of our 50
States have experienced multiple instances of reckless, unconscionable waste of
human life that NONE OF US can wrap our brains or hearts around.
If you really want to explain something to me then try
making me understand why all of the malicious, malevolent, cowardly acts of
mass homicide within my lifetime have been perpetrated by white men ages 20-35.
You know what? Forget I even mentioned it because someone out there will
actually try to answer the question. They’ll try to apply a logical answer to a
systemic morphing psychological virus of predation.
News flash: seeking a purpose for everything and
insisting on defining, labeling, and cataloging unimaginable chaos, depravity,
and cowardice leads to a net gain of squat—nada—zilch. We have to wrestle with
the reality that another white male between the ages of 20-35 will do this kind
of thing again. We have to prepare ourselves for the inevitability that
somewhere within our midst is more than one white man contemplating a way to “up
the wager” and hurt us even more.
I am allowing myself the next 24 hours to continue
visualizing these children screaming out and huddling in fetal positions as a
white male stands over them and puts the barrel of a semi-automatic weapon
right up to their terror-stricken faces and pulls the trigger. I think it’s
important to burn that image in my mind. I think it’s important, somehow, in
the sharing of grief and mourning and lamentations. But enough is enough. After
the next 24 hours I’ve got to move forward. I’ve got to find the next level of
grief. I’ve got to make up my mind that I will not be weakened or rendered
motionless by my sorrow.
I’m going to add this experience to the collection of other
tragic experiences I’ve witnessed and lived through, and I’m gonna keep sifting
through the pile looking for ways to use these negative experiences for
something positive. I’m gonna think about ways I can be more involved in the
lives of abused children. I’m gonna think about the ways I can watch for
troubled white men and bring them closer to me instead of pushing them farther
away. I’m gonna take more responsibility for the fatherless and the widowed and
the poor and the sick and the imprisoned. I’m gonna use these experiences to
fortify my resolve that THIS CAN ALL WORK SOMEHOW.
Tragedy is supposed to evoke a heroic struggle instead of a
wave of talking heads and brooding Facebookers relishing the opportunity to
scream out their opinions yet again. The heroic struggle isn’t against
legislation or hate groups. The heroic struggle is NOT any sort of monolithic
idea or policy or attitude. The heroic struggle is a mosaic of hearts and hands
and efforts and backgrounds and ideas all coming together to form a unified
front of protection from the imminent threat of tragedy next time. There’s
always a next time. And if next time isn’t met with cooperation instead of
sanctimonious ideological segregation, then more children and teachers die.
When someone turns their back on
you, it hurts. When you can tell that someone is talking about you to someone
else in the room with the whispered warning of, “don’t look now, but guess who
just showed up,” it pushes down on you like a ridiculously heavy backpack. When
your very best efforts to please someone result in a dismissive lack of
affirmation, it creates distance, anger, and resentment.
When a person is ugly or dirty or
smelly or boisterous or crass or impatient or flamboyant we all treat them differently.
We turn our back to them without realizing we’ve hurt them. We warn others in
our group to be aware of “that person over there” without intent of malice. We
dismissively nod thanks to them with a fake smile and hurried eyes if they
engage us while unknowingly reaffirming a multitude of rejection stereotypes.
The “Homeless”—I don’t even know
what that means anymore. I get that we’re talking about people that don’t have
a home. We’re talking about individuals and families that lack the resources
necessary to procure sustainable shelter. What I mean when I say that I don’t
know what “homeless” means is that I need a definitive explanation of the word
I’m too philosophically driven to
only accept HOME as the place where a person, family, or household lives.
That’s the easy definition, but what about HOME as a safe place? A place where
a person can find refuge and safety or live in security? What about a HOME
office or HOME field advantage? What about a criticism that hits HOME or
driving the nail HOME? What if I’m HOME free or happy to be HOME for the
Certainly, there are connotations
of where someone dwells within each of these depictions, but it has to be about
more than where someone physically resides. It has to do with one’s origins—less
about geography and more about a sense of belonging.
HOME is more about where the heart lives and what the heart connects to
than it is about where we keep our stuff.
If that’s true then I think more
of us are “homeless” than we realize. I’ve known wealthy CEO’s and pillars of
the community that were as homeless as any vagrant living under a bridge. I
know families living in 6,000 sq. ft. houses just as homeless as the dirtiest
bag lady on the street. Politicians, Clergy, Writers, Doctors, Educators,
Sculptors, Executives, and Judges—all as homeless as anyone could ever be
because their hearts don’t have a HOME.
When a heart doesn’t have a HOME
(a place of safety and nurturing) it develops a sense of entitlement,
self-importance, paranoia, and ultimately the mechanism of rejecting others
before being rejected.
A heart needs a place to rest
comfortably from time to time. A heart needs food and shelter. A heart needs to
be fed compassion and trust and loyalty and love and respect in order to remain
healthy. A healthy heart needs time to heal and time to rest and time to
But that’s not all a heart needs!
A heart also needs exercise
through acts of service to others. It needs work and responsibility and needs
to be stretched. A healthy heart needs to perform. It needs cycles of rest and
work, peace and stress, acceptance both received and given. A healthy heart HAS
TO be used or else it decays. And once it has decayed for long enough it
becomes a hardened lump of atrophied muscle capable of one thing
You’ve seen the street homeless
with their dirty clothes, constant walking, bags upon bags of “stuff”, and
distant stares shuffling down the street. They are in self-preservation mode.
Their defenses acutely devised to keep you and everyone else away. Their trust
has died. Their fears have overtaken them. They’ve had backs turned on them for
so long that they wonder if they themselves actually exist. Their flamboyant
behavior is a warning sign to stay away.
From a broken, lonely, depraved
place where a healthy heart struggles to exist we all defend against the
sadness, loneliness, and hopelessness we’ve suffered in our lives.
We are all homeless.
We are all dysfunctional.
We are all broken.
We are all HOMELESS.
Beware false promises of a HOME
for your heart. Physical beauty, possessions, power, influence, control, and stature
may be how we errantly label one’s identity, but none of these things provide a
HOME for the heart. And once you find that true home for your heart, DO NOT abandon
it for promises of something bigger and better. The most honorable, healing,
peaceful, loving places a heart can call home are also, more often than not,
the simplest places, things, and people in our lives.
Find a home for your heart and
then go about the business of finding homes for other people’s hearts. Because
if you are interested in fighting poverty, abuse, hunger, and hatred you need
to understand that these are malignant tumors on society brought about by a
culture of homeless hearts searching for significance through the exploitation
The worst part about a heart
without a home is NOT that it dies. The worst part is that it WANTS TO DIE but
cannot. The worst part is that when it cannot die it feeds on others. The
homeless heart, left unchecked, can destroy and consume and devastate anything
in its path. It’s like a tornado—a resulting force of nature without any
positive reason for existence. And often, just like that tornado, the chronically
homeless heart is arbitrary about who or what it affects.
Here’s the magnificent part—when you
are about the business of feeding compassion and trust and loyalty and love and
respect to the hearts of others, your own heart is satisfied. It’s circular. It’s
rhythmic. It’s organic. It’s what we call communal living and there is no
individual achievement that can take its place.
A healthy home for a heart is NOT
an efficiency apartment. It is a high school gymnasium filled with cots. Don’t
buy into the idea of self-sufficiency. If you do, you might find a place for
your stuff, but you will not find a place for your heart.
Let me be clear about something for a moment. No more
nuance. No more metaphor. No more poetic adaptations of spiritual revelations.
Just straight up honesty…right…wrong…or otherwise. Pure individual opinion and
Today’s brand of western Christianity
you’ve been brainwashed with the message of fanaticism that HATES Obama or
HATES gays or HATES immigrants (legal or illegal) or HATES anything then you
need to stay the fuck away from me. I’m trying my best to be a godly man.
want to be loving. I want to be joyful. I want to be peaceful. I want to be patient.
I want to be kind. I want to experience all the “fruit”
(or byproducts) of a life lived according to the Holy Spirit of our God, but
you assholes keep pissing me off.
want to be non-violent, but every time I hear a “Christian” spouting hate,
disrespect, and malicious slander I want to kick them to sleep. I want to be
gentle, but every time I hear a “Christian” reciting their pastor’s particular
flavor of scriptural interpretation which clearly runs cross-grain to the life
of a peaceful loving Christ I want to bash their teeth in with a Maglite. I
want to be respectful, but every time I hear a “Christian” speak with authority
about politics, spirituality, and sexuality that they have NO personal
experience with I have to fight back the urge to fold their knee backward with
a well-placed heel kick. I want to be humble, but it’s hard not to think
everyone around me is a complete dumbass when it seems clear that all the noise
of the culture war around us is obviously drowning out human suffering in every
corner of our world. I don’t want to let these things get to me. I don’t want to
be angry. I don’t want to rant. I want peace.
today’s most visual and vocal brand of a provocative Christianity is THE
biggest stumbling block for me. I’m guessing it’s quite the stumbling block for
others as well. Either that or I’m the only one out here psychotic enough to be
affected by these lunatics. Yes, I can call them lunatics because I was once
one of them. I taught the same garbage. I worshipped the same idols of
religion, politics, doctrine, and selfish interpretation of scripture. I was
fully dialed in to the frequency of status quo mainstream Christianity. But
then God saved me.
certain that the greatest salvation I’ve ever experienced in my life has been a
salvation from what I thought Christianity was. I know now that Jesus died on
that cross for me that day not to save me from my sins, but to save me from my
religion. He sacrificed flesh, bone, blood, dignity, and life so that someday
Bonar Crump would be saved from the hell of 21st century western Christianity.
everything in me isn’t fixed if I truly have these tendencies of violence
toward jackass 21st century Christians, but I’m really really trying
and praying and seeking and working on it. This is why I keep ALL forms of organized
Christian religion at arm’s length. This is why I try to debrief my daughter
each time we attend church. This is why I confer and seek council from my wife
anytime the noise of Christian cultural warfare begins to drown out my sense of
peacefulness and joy. This is why I write this stuff as I attempt to release it
from my brain via verbal processing. I have to verbally vomit into my laptop
from time to time just to keep the noise level in my head to a dull roar.
it any wonder that I cling so tightly to the biker subculture that I embrace?
See, there is peace in being a part of a subculture that the jackass “Christians”
don’t want any part of. Don’t get me wrong…there are plenty of Christ followers
among the ranks of us bikers, but the really nasty “Christians” stay very far
away from us. As a matter of fact, they lock the doors to their cars when we
pull up next to them at intersections. That suits me just fine.
curious thing to me is that there is a lot of the same kind of hate speech
within the biker community, but it doesn’t bother me nearly as much. You’ll
find a fair amount of bigotry, misogyny, and political fanaticism at any of our
large biker meetings, but these are mostly folks exercising their freedom of
belief, speech, and lifestyle guaranteed by our Constitution. What appears to
me to be intolerance and anger is based on their own authority. It’s their
opinion and right to have and express whatever they like. I get it. But it’s
different for me when I hear someone reflecting the same exact intolerances
while wearing a shirt that says, “Jesus said so.”
know what! If you’re wearing that shirt today I have one very important thing
to say to you: go fuck yourself. That and stay the fuck away from me. I respect
your right to your freedoms of speech, action, and lifestyle, but NOT if you’re
going to cover it all with a self-serving coat of Christian paint, thereby,
presenting the message to the world that you are merely following the directives
of your God. You are not! You are following the guidance of your idols. You
just don’t know it yet.
been told that I am actually a very nice person. I don’t know if that’s true or
not, but I do know that it’s a lot easier for me to be nice when I’m not
surrounded by mainstream Christians. Wondering why church attendance all over
the western world continues to drop off at an amazing rate? It’s because no one
wants to hang out with assholes. It’s really not all that complicated. Figure