The Gulf between us

It's becoming increasingly more difficult for me to understand why with all of the prowess of technology we have as a planet, that we can't stop this gushing oil in the Gulf. And it could leak until December?

Way to go and pollute the entire planet's oceans!

We have put people on the moon. created technologies that 50 years ago would seem magical, made tremendous advances in medicine, and we've managed to engineer systems to kill ourselves through chemistry. But, we can't stop a leak 5000ft below sea-level? If BP and the US Government can't marshall the forces to stop this, then it starts to become a global issue.

I am wondering if the oil, as it combines with the sea water will be absorbed into the water cycle and rained back as acid rain?

I think that unless something drastic is done in how this situation is being handled, that we will be dooming ourselves.
I shudder to think of the pale blue waters of the gulf suddenly turned to dingy brackish black water streaked with chemicals and devoid of any life.

The potter's wheel

I sometimes wonder what the point of all of the questioning is. Are all of these questions, all of these hardships and universals truths just fodder for the grindstone? Do they just wear off all of these hard edges in my imperfect foms? Sometimes, I think that I look forward to a day when I'm finally made smooth in this potter's wheel, when all of the ridges and rough edges in my character are smoothed out and I am finally made a perfect being. Then, I wonder if that day will ever come. If that ultimate perfection will ever come to fruition. Will the smoothness of the spirit ever be made physical?

Oh, this imperfect clay. Tossed by the winds of Man on this wheel spun 'round and only You understand it's wobble.