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Sunday, 23 August 2015
Amanita muscaria
Tuesday, 18 August 2015
When dreams die
We sat at a table overlooking the water. The setting sun filled the air with fire, licking the edges of the cafe's tables and chairs. But on such a beautiful evening your eyes were filled with tears. Your marriage was disintegrating. The man you loved, and still love, treats you more like an enemy than a friend.
When dreams die, we die with them... a part of us anyway.
There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for you. You know that. But I couldn't say the magic words to make your marriage better, though by God if I knew them, I swear I would.
I remember when you were a little girl, how the joy used to shine from your eyes like sunbeams from heaven. I remember the way you laughed and crinkled up your nose. Now I look at you and watch the tears stream from those eyes and drip from the end of your nose. Knowing what I know now would I have tried to stop your marriage? It's an impossible thought, a useless one. I shake my head. Looking at the water I'm filled with the need to do something for you, anything, but I stay quiet.
After you say goodbye and return home I remain at our table. The water is darker now and the lights along the harbourfront are on. A cool breeze begins to blow across the bay.
Dreams die. Oh my heart was breaking for you.
All those dreams you had for your marriage have faded like the setting sun, only there will be no rising the next day. But, and I am filled with a sliver of growing hope at the thought, the sun will rise on other possibilities, brand new possibilities! You'll love again and have new dreams.
Rising to my feet I am elated. Yes, I know you will thrive and be happy once more. I've made up my mind to do something for you that very night. After returning to our home I'll sign the divorce papers and hand them to you myself.
When dreams die, we die with them... a part of us anyway.
There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for you. You know that. But I couldn't say the magic words to make your marriage better, though by God if I knew them, I swear I would.
I remember when you were a little girl, how the joy used to shine from your eyes like sunbeams from heaven. I remember the way you laughed and crinkled up your nose. Now I look at you and watch the tears stream from those eyes and drip from the end of your nose. Knowing what I know now would I have tried to stop your marriage? It's an impossible thought, a useless one. I shake my head. Looking at the water I'm filled with the need to do something for you, anything, but I stay quiet.
After you say goodbye and return home I remain at our table. The water is darker now and the lights along the harbourfront are on. A cool breeze begins to blow across the bay.
Dreams die. Oh my heart was breaking for you.
All those dreams you had for your marriage have faded like the setting sun, only there will be no rising the next day. But, and I am filled with a sliver of growing hope at the thought, the sun will rise on other possibilities, brand new possibilities! You'll love again and have new dreams.
Rising to my feet I am elated. Yes, I know you will thrive and be happy once more. I've made up my mind to do something for you that very night. After returning to our home I'll sign the divorce papers and hand them to you myself.
Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Saturday, 8 August 2015
From love to Love
Those who say love should be "properly oriented" know little of love or love's potential. Augustine believed those things which are subject to change must lack in perfection and therefore love should be oriented to the one unchangeable being: God. But he failed to realize that love demonstrates its true power in being directed at and sustaining the changeable:
"God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
But the love the thirteenth apostle spoke of (a love that in order to count for anything in death, had to first live) was betrayed by those later writers who made a mockery of this "demonstration" by having Jesus "ascend into the clouds" while his disciples stood gaping at love raised to the level of an abstraction. The whole world was left to love Love.
"God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
But the love the thirteenth apostle spoke of (a love that in order to count for anything in death, had to first live) was betrayed by those later writers who made a mockery of this "demonstration" by having Jesus "ascend into the clouds" while his disciples stood gaping at love raised to the level of an abstraction. The whole world was left to love Love.
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