Philosophy in Time of COVID

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This time can be either wings or anvils.

It almost always feels like a day in the life of Wile E. Coyote. There you are, aloft by no means, you can identify. Suddenly, there is the fall from grace, presaged by the realization that ruins.

If only he could continue walking about space with utter confidence.

Maybe he has no choice. Maybe having a choice is like God. Even if we did not have a choice for sure, we would have to invent one.

How Wile. E Is Coyote?

Does he not know that it’s his galaxy-sized belief that holds him there in space as if by magic, only at the moment when he forsakes that which brought him to the heavens to like those who live by proof and evidence.

His paw pokes about below and finds nothing that would explain his place in space and time.

Like a callback to JC in the Garden of Gethsamane, Wile E. has another opportunity to believe or to realize that he need not prove something that is already as true as his body floating in space with his consciousness inside of it.

This coyote needs to mellow

Even so, there is an orderly retreat from the world of the aloft. There is stilly enough…