February 9, 2014

Kyle sent me my reading for the morning. When he did so he sent me a summary of my politics, which I had not known. From First Corinthians:

When I came to you, brothers and sisters, I did not come proclaiming the mystery of God to you in lofty words or wisdom. For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and him crucified. And I came to you in weakness and in fear and in much trembling. My speech and my proclamation were not with plausible words of wisdom, but with a demonstration of the Spirit and of power, so that your faith might rest not on human wisdom but on the power of God. Yet among the mature we do speak wisdom, though it is not a wisdom of this age or of the rulers of this age, who are doomed to perish. But we speak God’s wisdom, secret and hidden, which God decreed before the ages for our glory. None of the rulers of this age understood this; for if they had, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory. But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the human heart conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him” — these things God has revealed to us through the Spirit; for the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God. For what human being knows what is truly human except the human spirit that is within? So also no one comprehends what is truly God’s except the Spirit of God. Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit that is from God, so that we may understand the gifts bestowed on us by God.

Steve cast me as Duncan in HART’s Macbeth. I’m excited about that, except that I suppose it means it’s old guys now from here on out.

Someone asked if I’ll feel nostalgia for ths house. It’s hard to know until I’m away from it, but I think not. It corresponded to no deep-seated need or desire, but, when I saw it to rent it and then when I was approached to buy it, represented the path of least resistance. I do prize that the moon rises in the east windows and sets in the west. That seems a singular and unexpected blessing. I do not know the same doesn’t happen at 51, though the house is under the hill, and the celestial sweep will be less grand.

My elderly fish are dying one by one in the tank. I’m glad I gave them peace in their last days. Many of them change their appearance in appreciable ways. Some of them linger, flopping around listlessly and not eating, for quite a while. Does this give them time to reflect and get their thought in order before the Great Journey? Their brethren in the wild would long ago have been gobbled up, so I give them the Rare and Precious Ending. I stopped renewing the population when I realized I was moving. Steve promised to come and take the survivors to retirement tanks. I do feel bad about not have a tank of fish. It was bright and fascinating. I could start again. . . .