"They have too much in them of an ancient laughter even to endure to discuss the difference between the hats of two men who were both born of a woman, or between the subtly varied cultures of two men who have both to die."They say death is the great equalizer, and indeed it seems so silly sometimes to contemplate our differences when each of us is going to go through the titanic event of dying. How can I look at my enemy with anything but love, knowing that his time on earth will pass and perhaps there will be great pain involved in the labor of leaving this world?
Another Chesterton quote, also from Heretics:
Any man with a vital knowledge of the human psychology ought to have the most profound suspicion of anybody who claims to be an artist, and talks a great deal about art. Art is a right and human thing, like walking or saying one's prayers; but the moment it begins to be talked about very solemnly, a man may be fairly certain that the thing has come into a congestion and a kind of difficulty...It is healthful to every sane man to utter the art within him; it is essential to every sane man to get rid of the art within him at all costs. Artists of a large and wholesome vitality get rid of their art easily, as they breathe easily, or perspire easily.*
Ok. I miss Hilton Head.
I miss the spray from her buttressed waters.
I miss the sheen of that singular sun.
I miss the gleam of skin, ease of motion, smell of lotion.
I miss the music of the surf and pine for that elusive thing I might’ve learned had I just had more time down there, or read more, or gone off on rides amid the tangled Spanish moss.
I miss the talisman of preserved jellyfish on the beach, clear and transparent.
I miss the green of tropical leaves along the path to Sea Pines plantation, the scent of pine needles, the morning breakfasts and gaping ‘gators.
I miss the long bike ride, the annual ride that gently offers the possibility of insight at the risk of boredom.
Have a stack of books a mile long I'd like to read, today if possible. Don't know where to begin, though I started with the latest Heather King post on co-dependency and St. Therese. Not sure I understood it completely, although basically I think it's that we're to please people, but only with the proper motivation. Whether you're a saint or co-dependent the behavior may not be different but your motivation sure will be. In the first you'll be free and you'll be doing it for God. In the second, you'll be doing it to assuage your own feelings.
Right now I just want to let it all sink in, "all" meaning the dappled sun on the moss-framed pavers, the drinks of bold-flavored coffee, the magic of this magical typing machine. How peaceful! It's one if those days where I just want to vegetate and recreate that monied time in Hilton Head when I read out on the deck - but not enough - and today I have that opportunity. I must choose my reading carefully and wisely, not waste it with the newspaper or fritter it with trivialities. I must be as bold in my reading as my coffee is bold in its flavor.
Last night drank a beer on a dry patio while the rain pelted and held within the foreknowledge that tomorrow I'd be off work and free to imbibe the poetry of Cummings and Rimbaud and fly unto that sweet nectar that is McDonald's cinnamon melt. Oh what a sad day when next perchance they do not offer it anymore!
I love the smell of rain in the evening.
And the return of those lighted bandits, fireflies. They signal (no pun intended) my birthday week for me about as well as anything.
A return visit to Ohio State and the famous Mirror lake Tuesday, the longest day of the year. A National Review poster, all doom and gloomy, said that we got gypped as far as May and June weather and I can't disagree.
This return to a Hogwarthian setting reminds me of my alma mater and how I'll have to get there in the not too distant future. To write, perchance to dream! To dream, perchance to live! My doing college in four years seems somewhat piggish, since those going to school longer do the world a favor by staying out of the labor market for a year or two and thus freeing up jobs for others.