Friday morning is overcast, Hanukkah sleeps in, my
coffee and a toasted peanut butter sandwich is sufficient for now.
I got six more full moons to go here. That feels like a long time because it is a
long time.
My ex became an atheist, did you know that? And she’s involved in politics. Well two fellows shaking hands, uphold the
interests of the community but don’t expect me to ask God to help us because
what is good comes from our tenacious bear like efforts to improve our way of
life and you can pay me handsomely for my efforts to make your life meaningful. yikes
I brought the speakers down from the classroom so I can
listen to ambient space music loudly while I attempt to remain active this
morning. Why the hell don’t you just
read, because I want to produce something good.
Reading, ya, I’ll be doing nothing but
that if I follow Leuven’s siren, and why would you not follow the gravitational
waves, oh, you know there’s always something I can’t foresee but reading this
woman’s take on the bible has thrown me a bit.
Never in a million years would this book be on any teacher’s reading
list at Tyndale. Ok, try to tell me here
what you are reflecting on.
The continuity of the holy book’s ability to draw
people in believing and for those who go deep and I emphasize it because the majority
today do not go deep the way these men 1600 years ago went deep, but for those
who renounce and go deep or are just
lucky to have a lot of free time to go deep, it is here, according to Armstrong
where real meaning takes place and divinity and you make contact.
Hell dude, you could do that. You’ll need a Bible though. Online ones are legit? Or just one gospel, like when that is all
the community had, before there were 27, when there was only two or three
floating around.
6:14pm—a good long hot shower is better than a toaster,
I must confess. And tonight’s bright
crescent moon on a cold perfectly clear evening sets my little stage for this
evening’s festivities.
I am not afraid of the silence, I want to listen to
something other than my breathing. Fezel
comes in with tea. And yet I listen to
U2 loudly. Every morning I am in
silence, unless I have a class. And I
don’t listen to anything on the internet.
I’m reading Armstrong fast and I look at what next to
read, it wouldn’t be ironic would it if I decide to read the still wrapped ‘A
brief history of seven killings’ next.
From sacred to reality. Could
this be called extreme reading?
“So literally, by gathering gravitational waves we will be able to see
exactly what happened at the initial singularity. The most weird and wonderful
prediction of Einstein’s theory was that everything came out of a single event:
the big bang singularity. And we will be able to see (and hear: mine) what
happened.”
This should be exciting news. Ripples in space time. And soon it appears they’ll find between the
ripples, the fabric of time, the beginning of the beginning. And then what? And they’ll discover beyond the beginning is
either nothing, a frontier of black space or a big old hairy man in a rocking chair with a yo-yo laughing ‘what took you so long’?
2.13.16
If I listen to the rosary in Gregorian chants does it
count even if I don’t understand? I
trust they are going through the rosary correctly and in a spirit of contrition
I follow along.
a seven am rise, a coffee a p and b toasted sandwich, a
brief update of worthy news and now it’s time to prepare lessons. Should I check my email first?
‘help me please help me return to my
country, send me money, please I have no money’
This plea ought
to raise questions because it is right we respond to a call for help but what
is the correct response? Well does it depend
on who is asking? A friend, a brother, a
stranger with green eyes you knew for an hour, a student, an Afghan.
It wouldn’t matter to the Catholic Worker who is
asking. If you think you're getting fleeced because you're
compassionate then stop thinking if you're gonna get fleeced and just know it's better to give than receive, even to those who are set to fleece you because you did the right thing, you followed compassion and compassion doesn't come with conditionals; you can't control a receiver and you have no right to tell someone how to use your offering when giving it is all that matters.
Speculating, critical thinker, is never good for you, right?
Speculating, critical thinker, is never good for you, right?
The day has begun, I have a textbook open to my
right, the space heater on my left and Beethoven’s 9th is trying to
keep me on track.
Good day.
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