The Time is Out of Joint – Plague Epistle III
"The time is out of joint," says Hamlet. So, too, is ours. - Plague Epistle III
Time
Waiting for the Dust.
You and I are waiting. It is hard to wait. But such is Lent. Such is life. On Ash Wednesday, we remember from dust we are created and to dust we shall return, because we have to tell ourselves this from time to time. Most days, we are not waiting to become dust again. This is not
The Greatest Light is the Greatest Shade
God haunts me. Let me count the ways. There are days that I wish could escape the whole matter. But it is hard to be a writer or thinker without the skulking raven in the room, except this raven not only says “nevermore,” but “evermore,” as well. And the paradox of God haunts me, too.
An Unexpected Burden of Lent
It has been an unusually difficult Lent. An infant concretizes time in ways never before considered. Against the season, nothing moves slowly. A baby's cry at 3am assures that. If I want to do anything, I have to give myself a buffer of thirty minutes to even get started. I have to plan in ways
So, This is the New Year
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSgHGFuPNus Death Cab for Cutie, Transatlantic, "The New Year"