X-Message-Number: 23632
Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 04:28:16 -0800
Subject: Re:Weekly Services?
From: Kennita Watson <>

From: "David Pizer" <>
>
> "So what's the upshot of all this? We need organization, regular
> meetings (could be virtual sunday chats), rites and ceremonies, and
> maybe an unseen entity that we pay homage to. How about we worship
> Sir Isaac Newton, Leonrado DaVinci, Galileo, and others who were
> gods among men? I believe that whatever is left of their essence
> wants us to do everything in our power to fight against the tyranny
> of death."
>
> I like these ideas.   I wonder how hard (or how easy) it would be to 
> set up a chat room discussion on the Venturist Discussion Group every 
> Sunday, say from noon to 12:30?  Or someother time?  We could have a 
> different volunteer, each time, to set the topic and start the 
> discussion.
>
> I have always liked the idea of worshiping logic.  It is a handy tool.

I can suggest a hymn:

The Toolmakers
  1984 Stephen Savitzky.
All rights reserved.

Am                 Em         Am   Em            Am
Before the dawn of history we made you knives of stone,
Dm                Am          Em                Am
Blades of fine obsidian, with hilts of polished bone
Am                   Dm    Am        Em                   Am
We gave you needles, axes, aye, with flint we tipped your spears
Am                       Dm    Am  Em         Am    Em        Am
Though all your bones be dust, our tools have lived a million years.

Then flame brought metal from the stone and shining bronze was poured,
We made the cup, the mirror, the helmet and the sword,
And though the towers we builded then lie toppled o'er your bones,
Our writing echoes still your words upon their scattered stones.

Then forged was iron, cold and grey which armies rose to wield,
They swept across the darkened years like locusts 'cross a field.
Yet iron also tilled the land,  and pitched the new-mown hay
And some bright shards of lore we saved until a brighter day.

New light burst forth upon the world, reborn was ancient lore,
The tools we forged were finer then than any made before:
New instruments to measure time, to map the sky and earth,
And presses where we made the books in learning's great rebirth.

Our tools tamed wind and water, then brought the age of steam
The lightning does your bidding now, your midnight cities gleam.
We've probed the depth of space, and seen where human eyes are blind,
And built of sand and logic tools to aid the human mind.

 From broken flint to polished steel from wood to atom's flame,
The tools we make can build or break the principle's the same.
Some curse the makers of the tools, but all who do are fools;
What marks the humans from the beasts is how they use their tools.

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