I had a genealogy thought on Sunday. Here's as good a place as any to share it.

The thing that has bugged me about family history is the urgency folks keep putting on it. But how could it be urgent, I ask, when it WILL all get done eventually, and dead folks ain't getting any deader?

Plus, we know that Spirit Prison is not a place separate from Spirit Paradise -- it's just a mindset, so to speak. So if somebody has repented and is just waiting for their work to be done, do we really think they're tortured and anxious every second they go without their baptism? Is that the urgency?

MAYBE. But here's my NEW theory, and I like it way more.

In order to help folks in spirit prison, they need to be preached to. But you can't preach without priesthood authority. Therefore, until we get work done, some folks are kept from helping others out of their spirit misery, because they themselves aren't members of the Church yet.

Eh? Eh? So there are these throngs of people, desperately needing the Gospel, but unless we help redeem the dead, the dead can't spread the Gospel to the other dead.

Eh?

You know, until you've actually killed someone, I don't think you're authorized to claim that "violence isn't the answer."


I could be wrong,though.

Some thoughts on love that probably seem obvious to you wise folks:

The love we feel in the beginning of a relationship -- the excitement, the crush, the anticipation -- and which, I must add, we hope never goes away, is pretty selfish. The other person's presence gives us energy -- and doing things for them comes naturally, because you get way more energy out of the relationship than you're putting into it.

Later, though, the more selfless love comes into play. Giving to and doing things for someone you love even when you're not getting the MER, or Minimum Energy Requirement, out of their mere presence. Like you used to.

The marriage vows and covenants make us promise TO LOVE even when it's not easy. It's easy, for the most part, when you're dating. But after the honeymoon's over, and the dishes are dirty, and the baby woke up again, it's time To Love. To give energy, even if you're not receiving it.

I guess your energy supply gets replenished in a new way at that point -- maybe solar power.

I made a Flash toy for those who've always WANTED to spray graffiti, but lacked the immorals. Enjoy, world.