We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Indeed, ideas do not "exist," nor does wealth, no does the "mind," nor do emotions, nor does math. How much of our lives are driven by nouns that do not exist in any material way?
Plato discovered Virtual Reality, and the epistemological message for today is that we all live in a mostly invisible Virtual Reality. It's no wonder we're all half-insane because our minds mess us up, and thus it's no wonder we love things we can touch like wood, metal, books, pretty girls (or boys, as the case may be), and plants.
Still, invisible things are often the most important and powerful. Like God.
Photo: A Theo gal. She exists materially, but whether you can touch her or not is another subject. That's up to her.
There are lots of takes on it but I will hold with the one a grisley black drill instructer once posited.
Marines are called jarheads because their DIs screw their tops off turn'em upside down and shake out their identities then turn them up right and refill their empty heads and screw the caps down tight.
Back when the U.S. Marine corp was a division of the U.S. Navy- the uniform of a Marine included a cap that looks (to people in the U.S. Navy) to have been starched over the top of a large jar. Sailors speculated the Marine's heads were actually shaped like these caps - and called those men "JarHeads".
Here at Camp Lemonier, Djibouti, they raised a holiday ensign from a cherry-picker above the rec hall and had a birthday lunch. Tonight, we (though I am not a jarhead) are consuming several Heinekens in celebration of the USMC's birthday...