“As we fast on religious assemblies, we are thinking for ourselves. We are living in the air between trapezes. It can be terrifying, but it can also be exhilarating. We can stop seeking the answer to the thriller of our lives and instead, live in the questions a quiet horizon offers. It is humbling to be without certainty, however when the ego experiences a loss, the soul always receives a gain.”
“…depending on how a monk feels on any particular day or hour or moment, one was either protected by the cloister gate or imprisoned by it. One was either shut down by the vows or enlivened by them.”
What if we could all do this on Easter Day? What if we could all place a daffodil on the grass, lots of them, six feet apart? What if, on the grass of the the parks of our little village, we could spread daffodils marking six-foot-squares? And what if, in the parks by our seas, we could all gather on Easter Day in a Creed-free Zone? Silently? Socially-distanced but together. Do I mean to annoy liturgists? No. It’s just a side-benefit.
Ours is the only species that will create, watch, and calculate, its own demise on this planet.
“Nature amazes me. But nature has a long view. It’s patient. I guess they liked swimming back then. Cats, I mean. It is so dangerous to be sure of things a few millennia old.”