Water...

This may be a 30,000 foot view of life.  He's been in the planes looking down between the clouds to see a landscape, one that looks miniature.  Tierra firme!  He's a terrestrial.  Feet upon the ground and brain sometimes in outer-space. The steam of hot coffee, a Spring morning that is shaping up to be a Winter morning, but that is all part of the cycle of Springing in the Northern Hemisphere.  One cannot have Spring without som'more Winter.  Winter may not want to let go (please allow a personification), much like this man does not like to let go either of that which feels safe and the comfort of the "expected".  Then there is the "usual" which has changed and metamorphosed, and nothing is all that predictable.  Covid-19 perhaps it was more predictable than he or anyone thought possible.  Then there is the toy like scene from 30,000 feet of Ukraine and Monster Russia playing at something awful: war.  Predictable as well, he supposes, bu...

Just this morning I finished my first reading of "Fear and Trembling".  It took me some time to get through.  I read it in conjunction to some thoughts that a more modern author published about Kierkegaard.  Earnest Becker makes quite a lot of Kierkegaard in his "The Denial of Death".  I'm not sure what this says of Kierkegaard or of Becker or me for reading.  I stumbled on Becker via Irvin Yalum's "Staring at the Sun".  I see life much as Yalum portrays, at least what I can understand of reading his writings.  I am not sorry I took the time to read this work. Not sure what I think exactly of "Fear and Trembling".  I used to be a Christian.  Revisiting my "old love" has it's own life.  I still abhor child-sacrifice, something I never saw as prevalent in the Bible when I was a believer.  It's in there though, more frequently than I would have ever admitted along with many other immoralities.  So Kierkegaard...