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Given the co-worker is still recovering from pneumonia I worried about being contagious. I mean, I got this cold after the Enigma had it for two weeks so I'm sure I'm contagious. Also, after 2 cups of coffee and a cup of tea, my voice decided not to reappear. I'm worthless on the phones with no voice. After a few tasks this morning, I went home in the rain. It was a quiet day in the rain. I took some meds, I took a nap. When I woke there was actually some sun peeking through the clouds. I took advantage of the break in weather to head to the laundromat. Now I have clean clothes once again! YAH!
While the clothes spun round and round, I sat with my head stuffed with cold and filled with music. I listened to my iPod and I read the American Journals of Albert Camus (1946). A few of his statements really leaped out at me. Among them:
My last image of France is of destroyed buildings at the very edge of a wounded earth.
When I was in Europe last, 2002, I took a trip to the coast of Belgium. There are places there where the scars of war are still visible. Not far from the coastal town of Oostende you can see the guns still in their rusting metal bunkers and facing out to the Channel. There are areas of beach still marked off by rusted barbed wire because old bombs and such still litter the ground.
I agree that most people don’t lead the lives that they would like to lead and that it’s a question of cowardice.
This is probably my biggest fear. Not living the life I really want to live.
The one who is right is the one who has never killed. So it can’t be God.
Given today's climate of religious zealotry--on all sides of the Monotheistic question I felt this statement like a punch to the diaphragm.
Terrible feeling of being abandoned. Even if I hugged all the beings of the world to my breast, I would remain unprotected.
I struggle with this feeling and fear every day. Silence always exacerbates that fear in me.
While the clothes spun round and round, I sat with my head stuffed with cold and filled with music. I listened to my iPod and I read the American Journals of Albert Camus (1946). A few of his statements really leaped out at me. Among them:
My last image of France is of destroyed buildings at the very edge of a wounded earth.
When I was in Europe last, 2002, I took a trip to the coast of Belgium. There are places there where the scars of war are still visible. Not far from the coastal town of Oostende you can see the guns still in their rusting metal bunkers and facing out to the Channel. There are areas of beach still marked off by rusted barbed wire because old bombs and such still litter the ground.
I agree that most people don’t lead the lives that they would like to lead and that it’s a question of cowardice.
This is probably my biggest fear. Not living the life I really want to live.
The one who is right is the one who has never killed. So it can’t be God.
Given today's climate of religious zealotry--on all sides of the Monotheistic question I felt this statement like a punch to the diaphragm.
Terrible feeling of being abandoned. Even if I hugged all the beings of the world to my breast, I would remain unprotected.
I struggle with this feeling and fear every day. Silence always exacerbates that fear in me.
