<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981</id><updated>2011-07-14T01:18:13.588-07:00</updated><category term='religion'/><category term='Rumblings of Imminence'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='atheist'/><category term='dark knight terrorism george bush batman joker'/><category term='hell'/><category term='no country old men dream ending meaning nathaniel schurter'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='documentary New Madrid Fault zone earthquakes seismic 1811 1812 Big Muddy film festival nathaniel schurter'/><category term='nathaniel schurter about me'/><title type='text'>Transitory Ponderings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-3595348566989793803</id><published>2010-04-28T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:45:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some old musings/poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a breeze blows the curtains in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', serif; "&gt;    while setting in my hands again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    creamy brown skin of tender feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    cupping an ankle a path is traced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    fingertips and ecstasy interlaced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    she left her shoes out in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    slender and black amongst the grass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    her cares fleeting like the summer breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    running 'round my back yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    red painted nails, a flirtatious tease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    the torches cast a warm glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    amongst the mooncast shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    your lipstick ghosts the glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    and I can't help but wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Should I wash it last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    or maybe never?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    I still chase those threads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    those things we never said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    now only ghosts of whispers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    like your lips on my glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    the taste is faint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    but the memories last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;answers are all that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;Illuminate the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;of what I am and what I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;don't play me by slight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't put up a front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not in a mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seem to have found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it's not within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's a trouble of some sort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a long time waiting to confront&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;illuminate to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amidst our fading light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that what we once had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is something more than a shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left in the frame of your gallow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;I see myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;sitting on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; "&gt;watching the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then set beyond the reef&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's rhythm and it's pulse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wash oe'r the days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that come and go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like the tide in some lunar way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so just out of reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the daydreams in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for soon the sands of reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;settle into my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i rub them clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and find myself always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as the seasons merge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;winter to spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the midwest every year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-3595348566989793803?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/3595348566989793803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=3595348566989793803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/3595348566989793803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/3595348566989793803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-old-musingspoetry.html' title='some old musings/poetry'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-6806382092112870648</id><published>2009-03-08T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:04:26.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insidious inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes all it takes is a combination of sounds, images and words &lt;br /&gt;something under your skin that fractures all that has become a bore&lt;br /&gt;nothing left but the pieces of yesterdays norm&lt;br /&gt;inspiration and rejuvenation cause to create anew in some form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-style: italic; "&gt;but that look she gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-style: italic; "&gt;it's just killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;all at once dying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while in same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an exploding light and life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is only mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-6806382092112870648?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6806382092112870648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=6806382092112870648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/6806382092112870648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/6806382092112870648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2009/03/insidious-inspiration.html' title='insidious inspiration'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-4616977876346929827</id><published>2009-03-05T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:42:17.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged little buggers in suburbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just watched and re-watched a film.  It's called "Crime and Punishment in Suburbia".  It's an adaptation and retelling of the story "Crime and Punishment" but set in modern day (well 1999) suburbia.  I won't go too much into the specifics of the story, but one of the characters undergoes a transformation in the end of the story, and the person she has become is like so many people in this day and age of broken homes and dysfunctional families.  As one of the characters in the film puts it they are "damaged little f*ckers".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've often wondered if I appreciate enough the upbringing I had - 2 loving parents and enough siblings to always have someone to talk to, no matter where or when I was.  In  the course of my life I've met so many people my age who have endured and experienced things I will never be able to relate to.  I've often thought that there are some relationships I've had with people which simply plateaued for this very reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the arc of the character Roseanne's story she goes from being the popular girl with the jock boyfriend to the outcast with a home life that could best be described as twisted wreckage.  She finds a lone friend in the school outcast, who is seemingly the only person who can relate to her state of being.  One such person that I know of came to mind whilst watching this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is only recently that I learned of events that happened long ago, and I reflect upon what my life was like during that time, and I feel fortunate to have had the life that I had.  These events that occurred could destroy a person, and did to some.  I can't possibly fathom how this could affect a person's mental state, not just when it happens, but years and years after it has happened.  There's no doubt it damages a person's psyche and affects in some way their ability to have meaningful or normal relationships with 'normal' people.  It's like it becomes an unconscious impulse to push those regular people away, and seek one that is more like them.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've often been described as 'too normal'.  It's incredibly frustrating to feel that I'm too normal for someone to trust, or confide, or be intimate with.  But what I can I do?  I can't change who I am or what experiences I've had, and I would never ask for it - but I'd like to think that I could be more meaningful to someone who has endured unspeakable trauma.  I feel as though some part of our relationship was lost before it had even been found, and I want so desperately to make it all okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This friend's experiences, and reactions later in life reinforce the importance of maintaining strong ethical and moral values throughout your lifetime.  Not just in how you act, but in who you choose to interact with - life is too unpredictable to think that things might just be okay, or that it will work itself out for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the film redemption is found and the main character muses to herself in voiceover 'what a strange path it took to find my heart'.  I'd like to think that there is the possibility for redemption or salvation for all of us, but then you hear and learn of things so horrible, so inhuman that it tests the resolve in your beliefs.  Do some people deserve to burn in hell?  I don't know, that's never for me to say - but nobody deserves to live a life of hell.  Unfortunately some people have to anyway.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-4616977876346929827?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4616977876346929827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=4616977876346929827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/4616977876346929827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/4616977876346929827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2009/03/damaged-little-buggers-in-suburbia.html' title='Damaged little buggers in suburbia'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-8264808088737386749</id><published>2009-02-05T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:43:59.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no country old men dream ending meaning nathaniel schurter'/><title type='text'>My interpretation to the dream in the movie 'No Country for Old Men'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;There's a lot of speculation to the meaning of the dream at the end of 'No Country for Old Men'.  Here's my two cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;The dream at the end of the movie to me is a metaphor for the unknown that is death and perhaps, afterlife. Ed Tom knows the world keeps moving and changing - eventually everyone comes to a point where they no longer understand it. Ed Tom has reached that point in his life. He doesn't want to confront Chigurh, and he's ashamed, but he knows that's just the way it is. The dream he has is a manifestation of his hope that his father has experienced the same transition. We all look to our fathers (if we are so lucky) for advice and wisdom - even after they are gone. Ed Tom hopes that when he dies, his father is out 'there', in the cold and dark, waiting for him with warmth and light. What is warmth and light? Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-8264808088737386749?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/8264808088737386749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=8264808088737386749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/8264808088737386749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/8264808088737386749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-interpretation-to-dream-in-movie-no.html' title='My interpretation to the dream in the movie &apos;No Country for Old Men&apos;'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-2800612420365930991</id><published>2009-01-27T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:17:57.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nathaniel schurter about me'/><title type='text'>25 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Just a post from the Facebook page. . .  1. I come from a large family.  I have 4 sisters, 3 brothers, 1 twin sister and 2 brothers that are also twins.  No, we are not Catholic.  2. Without a doubt smoking is the dumbest thing I have ever done - I am currently 1 week into not smoking for about the millionth time.  3. I don't think being a conservative makes me racist or prejudiced.  I think we offer solutions that aren't necessarily the easiest or most sympathetic, but this world ain't about easy.  It's tough, and it's up to you to do something about it.  4. I realize every day that I become more and more like my parents - and every day I mind less and less.  5. I sometimes feel like  my entire life has been an uphill climb - I've struggled to succeed in every way - whether it's in school, sports, dating, a career, friendships, everything.  Then I tell myself to stop being such a baby and keep moving forward.  6. I have more dreams and aspirations than I can possibly fulfill in a lifetime.  I'll try to keep checking things off my list anyway.  7. Every day I find a reason to remind myself that I am not as smart as I think.  8. I exercise and try to be healthy but I often find the things I like most are really bad for me.  9. I've discovered that I become things I never thought I would - I never thought I'd get into politics but in less than one year it is all I think about - it's been quite a journey of self discovery.  10. I know I will never understand women, and I know I have horrible instincts when it comes to women but I continue to make stupid mistakes anyway.  11. I sometimes revert to being quiet and introverted.  When my twin and I started kindergarten she ran around talking to everyone while I sat in a chair and talked to no one.  I'm told this came about when we learned to talk - people would ask us questions and I'd begin to respond but my sister would butt in and answer for me.  So I stopped talking!  I love ya anyway sis!  12. I love music and wish that I had taken my music education more seriously when I was younger.  I'd love to just pick up a guitar and play a song or rock out on a drum set to some Stone Temple Pilots.    13. I pride myself on not getting sick very often - I credit that to eating a healhy lunch every day, not drinking soda, and not using medicine unless I absolutely have to. . .  14. I have lots of great ideas for documentary films but need the money and time.  I'm always trying to acquire more of both.  15. I used to be pro choice.  I can't possibly fathom what made me think that was right.    16. I don't completely buy into this global warming thing - I feel like we should reduce pollution and carbon emissions, and get the gas guzzlers off the road.  I also am sick to death of these Hollywood libs telling us all how horrible we are for ruining the planet while they fly around in their private jets.  I hate hypocrites.  17. I honestly don't feel right now like I'm going to meet a woman that I could start a family with. . .  18. I question the existence of God all the time - but I find myself defending his existence to those annoying atheists who feel like they're superior to believers  19. I've found that when I want something I've gotten it - but not first without a lot of patience, disappointment, perseverance, and failure .  20. I love to fly and go rock climbing but if I stare at a carnival ride long enough there's no way in hell you'll get me on it. . .  21. I don't know about marijuana but I heard some idiot argue for legalizing the harder drugs because the prisons are full - what do you think all the drug dealers will suddenly start doing the right thing after it's legalized?  Moron.   22. I am fairly certain things will get better and the Democrats will take credit for it.  If things do not get better Republicans will be blamed.  23. I lost a lot of respect for the mainstream media in this last election - their behavior was disgusting and unprofessional.  24. I love my family, my nieces and nephews and my friends.  When things are bad I remind myself how lucky I am.  25. I hope that someday after I die I can go golfing with my grandpa again, or play rummy with my grandma, take a bike ride through the countryside, play with all my pets again and see everyone I ever loved in this life.  That's the hope I hold out for and the faith I pursue.  I can't imagine not believing in anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-2800612420365930991?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/2800612420365930991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=2800612420365930991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/2800612420365930991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/2800612420365930991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things.html' title='25 Things'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-4986480515898567699</id><published>2009-01-01T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:49:56.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rumblings of Imminence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary New Madrid Fault zone earthquakes seismic 1811 1812 Big Muddy film festival nathaniel schurter'/><title type='text'>Rumblings of Imminence - on its way. . .</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit apprehensive - I am getting ready to submit my first finished film to its first film festival tomorrow.  I'm trying to get into the Big Muddy Film Festival, which happens to take place at my alma mater, Southern Illinois University so I am hoping that will give me an added boost of luck. It's kind of a scary thing - I've been working on this project for three years.  While I feel like I should have completed this project in 1 or 2 years I also feel good about myself for having undertaken it and working on it amongst the very few moments of free time I have.  Those moments don't happen often when you work 2 jobs, do freelance production and belong to a very large family that keeps your social calendar full all year long.  But I did it and that to me is good enough. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm anxious to see how my work is perceived - assuming it gets played before an audience!  Whether it's the Big Muddy Film Festival or some other festival later on I hope that I'm able to at least get it screened in front of 1 crowd consisting of people I don't know.  Sure I can show it to friends and family but I can't help but think there's a bit of bias in their reviews of my work.  I appreciate their support.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we filmmakers like to say I have abandoned this film and am finished tinkering, editing, 'ideating' and re-editing.  But I won't ever stop worrying that I could've made it better, longer, more informative, more dramatic, more engaging to the audience - there's a million different things I could have done but what I have is what I decided was right.  I hope that this is the first of many films I can produce, because I've got a list in my head of projects I want to start working on.  So if anyone has monetary contributions they'd like to make so that I  can quit my job and become a filmmaker full time I'd love to hear from you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-4986480515898567699?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/4986480515898567699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=4986480515898567699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/4986480515898567699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/4986480515898567699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2009/01/rumblings-of-imminence-on-its-way.html' title='Rumblings of Imminence - on its way. . .'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-1233973199841865410</id><published>2008-12-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:06:30.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark knight terrorism george bush batman joker'/><title type='text'>Social Commentary in The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>This is a myspace blog I posted on July 22nd after seeing "The Dark Knight" for the second time.  I was thrilled during that movie and wondered to myself if this is what all those kids felt like when seeing 'Star Wars' for the first time way back in the summer of 1977. . .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always want to go back and revise things like this, but then that would taint the ebb and flow of my brainwaves as I interpreted them into spoken word. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="blog" style="width: 100%; font-size: x-small; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;td width="30" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" width="30" height="1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject" style="font-size: x-small; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: left; "&gt;Social Commentary in The Dark Knight &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=37455559&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=14" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); font-size: x-small; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Movies, TV, Celebrities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent" style="font-size: x-small; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Having watched The Dark Knight I couldn't help but notice some commentary on some things that have happened in the last few years in our world, and specifically in America and it's war on terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now the thing about art is a question of whether or not art reflects society or is society a reflection of art?  If you see something in art (ie life) is it there because you want it to be there or is it there just because. . .it is?  Was it deliberately put in place by the artist (God, karma, Allah, etc) or is it a subconcious, uncontrollable element (fate)?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whatever you might think it is I don't think I'm imagining things when I say that The Dark Knight has a lot to say about this state of war on terror the world finds itself in.  If you haven't seen the movie and don't want to know about it then stop reading. . .here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the film we open with Gotham City in a state of hope.  Batman has effectively beaten down the criminal element of the mob bosses and there is hope that the city can turn itself around.  Unfortunately this removal of power (the mobsters) leaves a vacuum in which something or someone will seek to fill and exploit.  Enter the Joker. This scenario parallels the Iraq War, which generally was promoted as a part of the war on terror.  What happened in Iraq was the United States went in and eliminated Saddam Hussein's regime.  This left a power vacuum in Iraq, and something or someone sought to fill that vacuum and exploit that situation.  Enter Al Qaeda, the Sunnis, the Shiites, and who knows who else.  Iran probably too.  My facts might not be squeaky clean here but you get the idea - someone stepped in tried to fill the power vacuum in Iraq.  What ensued?  Terrorism.  And that's exactly what the Joker does in The Dark Knight.  He fills the power vacuum and terrorizes the city of Gotham.  Lots of explosions.  Videos sent for the public to see (remind you of anyone?).  The disregard for money or wealth.  At one point in the movie the Joker says 'it's not about the money - it's about sending a message'.  The terrorists we know in the real world don't seem to be about money - they're about an ideology they're willing to die for and the destruction of the western world.  In a sense they really do want to watch the western world 'burn'.  As Alfred succintly states 'some men just wanna watch the world burn'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This puts Batman in a predicament - how far can he go before he becomes the very thing he's trying to defeat. At what lengths will the Joker go to push Batman over the edge?   How far can the United States take this war before they become no better than the terrorists?  At what length will the terrorists go to achieve their goals?  At what cost?  The cost of human lives is inevitable, in both the movie and the real world.   What will the public have to sacrifice in order to save themselves? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Near the middle of the movie the Joker is imprisoned and Batman is allowed to ask him questions.  Along with a healthy beating and some major physical abuse.  Torture?  Not necessarily, but it certainly violates a lot of human rights and civil liberties allowed in this country.  My question is, how many of you laughed when Batman slammed the Joker's head against the table, and did you have any major problems with Batman beating the crap out this lunatic who had been terrorizing everyone in Gotham?  Does this scene even pertain to the issue of torture, or unlawful interrogation?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Near the end of the movie things are getting desperate for Batman.  He has to find the Joker and to this end he employs what is essentially a giant eavesdropping device which allows him to listen in on the cell phones of every citizen in Gotham City.  Can anyone say Patriot Act???  It is pointed out in the film that this is unethical, wrong, and against the law.  But we question whether or not it's necessary.  I think in the context of the film it was very necessary.  It was used responsibly and in a manner that best enabled Batman to save the city.  Can the same be said for the Patriot Act?  That we might never know, I'll agree it's wrong to be eavesdropping on phone calls and internet usage, but ultimately I think it has probably helped thwart the efforts of the terrorists.  To all those vehemently against the Patriot Act and the dissolution of our constitutional rights, think long and hard about if the terrorists were in your city, blowing shit up at random and not stopping for anything or anyone?  This is exactly what happens in The Dark Knight.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This also raises the questions of whose right is it to make these decisions?  Obviously Batman made the decision alone, and it can be argued either way that it was right or wrong.  President Bush is not well liked around the world, but I don't envy the decisions that man has had to make - and I think he knew that the decisions he made would villify him.  But he made them anyway.  In a sense, he deserves our respect for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Batman finally realizes at the end of the film that the decisions he made could also villify him - but he takes responsibility and literally invites the police to hunt him.  He knows his actions brought the terror and mayhem to Gotham City.  And he'll take the heat for it, because ultimately he knows that what he has done, what he is doing, are the right things.  Time will tell for President Bush if what he's done were the right things.  Right now everyone would like to think that he's wrong wrong wrong.  I hope that he was right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally there's an iconic image in the film - that of Batman, surrounded by chaos, destruction, fire, the ruins of a smoking building, and firefighters scrambling all around.  This reminded of a picture of the ruins of the World Trade Center.  In the film, Batman is hanging his head in shame and contemplation.  He knows he's partly responsible for bringing this to Gotham City, and he's saddened by it, but he also knows that he cannot give up the fight, that the only way to attone is to defeat evil.  And that's exactly what the United States is trying to do - actions have consequences, all we can do is hope that we live long enough to see ourselves not become the villain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm too tired to continue and I'm sure there's holes so anyone that read this I invite your criticism, your own thoughts and your own interpretations.  I love a good movie debate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-1233973199841865410?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/1233973199841865410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=1233973199841865410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/1233973199841865410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/1233973199841865410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2008/12/social-commentary-in-dark-knight.html' title='Social Commentary in The Dark Knight'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176260795199232981.post-6261205258354479772</id><published>2008-12-04T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:00:51.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atheist'/><title type='text'>Atheism and the Audacity of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;In light of all the holiday/Christmas/Kwanza/festivus news this season, I've been thinking a lot about what it is atheists believe? There was a poster displayed within a Nativity scene yesterday or recently that shed some light, but certainly doesn't sum up atheism entirely. The story caused me to wonder this this morning. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard of hell described as being the utter and absolute lack of hope - the overwhelming feeling that you are alone. No God, no salvation, no love - it's just nothingness that in a spiritual manner you're somehow aware.  In and of itself, nothingness becomes despair and suffering of the self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many atheists, when faced with the immediacy of their own death, suddenly have a change of heart in their 'beliefs' (or lack of). If there is no God or salvation or life after death, then atheism offers only this when you die - nothing. Nothing at all. Is that hell? Maybe. Why would you want to subscribe to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2176260795199232981-6261205258354479772?l=transitoryponderings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/feeds/6261205258354479772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2176260795199232981&amp;postID=6261205258354479772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/6261205258354479772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2176260795199232981/posts/default/6261205258354479772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://transitoryponderings.blogspot.com/2008/12/atheism-and-audacity-of-hope.html' title='Atheism and the Audacity of Hope'/><author><name>njscreenwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17693499476067953987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OQlNuftcnZM/SW0iS5K2MBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1AjYFV2RL_g/S220/l_3eb72d4e61ce47fe915830ba0d5c2997.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
