wishing

What’s a song lyric that has stuck with you forever?

That is somewhat easy: Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here. It is the title track from first album I purchased. Have always loved it and even more in recent times.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have you found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

move to the forest …

There was a prompt, “What is your biggest dream?” I wrote “to be alone“. But this says it much better than I can!!!!!

a little Captain Obvious

If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?

I feel some dejavu with this prompt!?

Another book I would rewrite, only a little, is Conclave by Robert Harris. It is a magnificent book, very descriptive and captivating. But it just did not need that ending. (A little Captain Obvious.)

But maybe it did and I just did not get it.

solitude (FN)

Never Renounce.—Renouncing the world without knowing it, like a nun, results in a fruitless and perhaps melancholy solitude. This has nothing in common with the solitude of the vita contemplativa of the thinker: when he chooses this form of solitude he wishes to renounce nothing; but he would on the contrary regard it as a renunciation, a melancholy destruction of his own self, if he were obliged to continue in the vita practica. He forgoes this latter because he knows it, because he knows himself. So he jumps into his water, and thus gains his cheerfulness.

Dawn, 440

second apostolic succession

There are in a sense two forms of apostolic succession within the life of the Church. First there is the visible succession of the hierarchy, the unbroken series of bishops in different cities . . . Alongside this, largely hidden, existing on a “charismatic” rather than an official level, there is secondly the apostolic succession of the spiritual fathers and mothers in each generation of the Church, the succession of the saints. …

Bishop Kallistos Ware of Diokleia in Spiritual Treasure in Filthy Rags: An Introduction to the Paisian Tradition through the Optina Elders, 5.