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A Prayer for the Post-modern World
A Prayer for the Post-modern World
In lumine tuo videbimus
In your light, we see.
In your light, we see light.
In your light, we see the Light.
In your light, we seek.
In your light, we seek light.
In your light, we seek the Light.
In your light, we see.
In your light, we seek.
In your light, we seem.
The Eradication of Radicals
The Eradication of Radicals
This Mad Dictator embarked upon an evil plan to eradicate all radicals from the nation. His underlings misunderstood his intent and what were removed were: (1) all radical signs denoting the extraction of mathematical roots, (2) those groups of atoms replaceable by a single atom or capable of remaining unchanged through a series of reactions, and (3) radishes.
This resulted in the immediate disintegration of the society in which all normal activity ground to a halt.
The Mad Dictator’s lament: “I should have never exposed my intellect!”
1.8-1.21 (16:3) #262
This Corner of The Garden
This Corner of The Garden
The Universe stretches some twenty billion years of light in all directions. In that great expanse are someone hundred billion galaxies. In each of these galaxies are, say, one hundred billion points of light, which we call stars.
According to cosmographers, theologians, and a casual study of the night sky, there’s a lot more that’s not there, than is there, a lot more that isn’t, than is.
Which brings us to this matter of The Garden, and our own particular corner thereof.
In all this vastness, we all inhabit but a small plot of the cosmic garden of space and time. The lives we cultivate, the seeds we plant and care for, define the nature of the lives we shall lead.
You can move around in it a bit, but since The Garden occupies both space and time one thing is not optional: you can sometimes decide the what and even, perhaps, the where, but not necessarily the when.
(Time is a sacred fabric; embellish it, trim it, but sunder it not.)
From a certain (cosmic) perspective, there can be no greater honor than to tend and care for that corner of The Garden to which we are entrusted: the time we inhabit, the earth beneath our feet, and the lives we share and touch.
6.26, 6.29.93
Paris, Lake Forest, Illinois