Blog 2148 – 08.13.2021
Friday The Thirteen – This World, This Friday Is What You Make It
Where do strange beliefs come from? One explanation for why Friday the thirteenth is thought to be an unlucky day follows:
I believe “This is the day that the Lord and I have made and we will rejoice in it.” Everyday can be Good Friday and I am not talking about a getting nailed to a tree kind of Good Friday but a much more fun one. The expression “Life is what we make it” is best understood if we focus on the last three words “we make it.” People who believe in fate and luck believe that life is happening to them and that they simply have no choice. But what if in some between lives rest stop long ago we decided this adventure in advance planned it out in detail right down to who would play even the lesser non speaking roles in our passion play. Suppose our higher power is just our higher self and that we picked this place, this day, and the people who will perform walk ons today for a reason, so that we would have the fun of discovering over and over again just Who and Whose we truly are.
Superstitions (religions) are all about beliefs, many of which might have served us once but no longer do. This is nothing to sneeze at, “Bless you.” Do you know the origin of that little tradition (saying “Bless you” when someone sneezes)? It is said that many people once believed (some perhaps still do, some beliefs die hard) that when a person sneezes that an evil spirit is coming out of them, hence the quick prayer for divine special blessing. Hey, if you believe in germ theory or that the Covid-19 and the Delta variant in particular is not just some Democrat or Communist plot you might want to do more than say “bless you” before somebody sneezes on you, you might want to get the two doses of vaccine and still mask up. Or you could just count on good luck to keep you, your friends, and family safe. Good luck with that.
Clint Eastwood’s character Dirty Harry made famous the line, “Do you feel lucky, Punk?” The context of the delivery of that line was whether San Francisco police detective Harry had already fired five or six shots from his three fifty seven magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, per Harry. After the perp decides to surrender he looks up a Harry and says, “Mister, I gots to know” and Harry aims the gun at his head squeezes the trigger and “click.” He had indeed fired six times and the gun was empty, unlike the perp’s shotgun that he laid down when he surrendered. Was that just Harry’s lucky day? I wonder if it was a Friday.
I changed one word in my attached karaoke cover version of the Indigo Girls song, “All That We Let In.” Their original says:
My version says:
“Em writes a poem and she sticks it on my truck.
We don’t believe in war and we don’t believe in luck.”
Isn’t that right, Emily, my Angel Baby? Or as Billy Shakespeare so eloquently put it : “There are worlds not dreamt of by your philosophy, Horace.”
Have a good, strike that, have a great Friday. Or as the Enterprise Starship Captain Picard would say, “Make it so.”
Your friend and fellow traveler.
All That We Let In