Morality, What or Why?
The following is a post I made this morning on InterfaithForums। I thought you might…
When I was a kid, I always loved going through the latest edition of “Guinness Book of World Records.” Most of it did not change from year to year, but old records would be broken, new ideas for records would be created and it was just fun.
I am so often amazed when I read about some of the more traditional records being broken and how it was done, from 1954’s breaking of a four-minute mile on foot to the breaking of the 300-kilo power-lift. I have been trying to verify the story I had always heard, but after the, seemingly, 10-thousandth video/article on someone’s lift or technique, I gave up and will just pass the story as I have heard it in the past. I want to say the lifter was a Soviet or East German/European, not sure (but I do remember the picture of him in a bright red singlet), and at the time it was thought that lift 300 kilos, 661 pounds, was beyond the capability of the human body.
The lifter’s coach did not tell him that they had added just over 300 kilos, just barely, and so the lifter thought is was a weight he had done. It was not until later that the lifter was informed that he had done what his sport thought impossible. There are other stories like this, but since I tend to be a touch unique(?!?) I will use another area of endeavor, opera… (Oh stop whining already…)
There is a piece called “Il dolce suono” from “Lucia di Lammermoor”, a tragic opera, written by Gaetano Donizetti in 1835 and later it was modified and extended in the film “The Fifth Element” as what is often called The Diva Dance.
There is a piece of it that, supposedly, was written to be unsingable by the human voice and was dubbed in the soundtrack. Now as with many “undoable” things, just give it time and someone will if it can be done.
So what’s the point? Impossible is often nothing more than a state of mind and you can change that state if you choose.
To the dickhead that will find it absolutely necessary to point out undoable things, notice the “is often”, I never said always. Please crawl back into your hole and do us all a favor and sleep for a thousand years.