A High Calling

I know that I am called to something higher than merely surviving in this imperfect vessel. What purpose can there possibly be in eking out an existence in a temporary world? To what end do the masses strive and struggle to store up earthly treasures for themselves here in this fragile, perilous, momentary existence?

I echo the question uttered by every humanist philospher who has ever lived: what is the point? The difference is that I have the answer.

The humanist sees no "point" because he seeks it in a narrow, myopic, human view of our existence. But there is something greater. There is Someone greater. He created us in this world for a purpose which will come to its ultimate fruition outside of it. He created us to have a relationship with Him.

Each of us is called to discover this high purpose. There is no other purpose. If one does not seek the Creator, for what then, has one been created?

How do you tell if a mouse is afraid?

OK, I know that sounds like the setup for a really bad joke, but it's not.

As I'm browsing medical journals looking for data for a research paper I'm doing for my psychology class, I come across the following article: "Systemic blockade of D2-like dopamine receptors facilitates extinction of conditioned fear in mice."

I immediately think, So, how do they determine if the mouse is afraid? Look to see if he covers his eyes with his little paws?

OK, so it actually was the setup for a really bad joke after all. Sue me.

I seriously have to not do any research after 10pm. Things tend to get weird when I do.

An Exercise in Comparing and Contrasting

This is my dog.







This is my dog with a donut on his nose.

Any questions?