Monthly Archives: November 2012

A serpent stole immortality from Gilgamesh. The idea caught on. A parable? Is there a difference between eternal and immortal? Maybe eternal has no end, and immortal has no death. Maybe eternal is the offspring of time, and immortal is … Continue reading →

I have never been disappointed reading Eliot. I always find something in “Four Quartets” that is worthy of reflection. Time weighs heavily, if unevenly, on each of the four. Some of my own thoughts have been informed by Eliot’s ideas … Continue reading →

My faith is populated with questions! It is not a resting place. Seldom is it at peace. My faith has never grown up. It lives by rebelling, still wanting to remain young. I think if my faith ever matures, it … Continue reading →

I wonder whether my last breath will be deep or shallow. What I don’t really know is, after my last breath, will I breathe a different air? How will I know when I’m dead? How long will I be dead? … Continue reading →

When I was a young boy, very, very young, I read Blake under trees and in the shelter of rocks. I could smell the salty breeze of the ocean. I felt as large as the ocean, like Whitman or Yevtushenko. … Continue reading →

I’m thinking about miracles this morning. Is a miracle a divine act or a divine story? Both? The boundary between act and story has narrowed, as has the boundary between divine and human.I had to stop writing yesterday. I’m not … Continue reading →

The past has not yet arrived.