Aug 22, 2013

Covington, Tn.

Most of the buildings around the square of my hometown, Covington, Tn., have been converted into antique, gift shops, etc. Earlier this year when Barb and I were there we stopped by the drug store where I worked while in high school...Roper Drug  (now an antique store). One of her purchases was an old window...I've printed pictures of Covington and "framed" them in the window...The Courthouse on the square...Bob in front of the courthouse with Roper Drug Store in the right background, the church were we were married, the Ritz Theater where mother worked, Old Trinity (the church Bob's ancestors founded) and the angel statue at the gravesite of his great-grandparents, Edwin Robert Peete and Jane Eleanor Taylor Peete..

The Triumph of Irrationality

To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next life that is limitless and infinite.”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

Interesting dialogue from the movie "The Next Three Days
John Brennan: So, "The Life and Times of Don Quixote," what is it about?
Julie: That someone's belief in virtue is more important than virtue itself.
John Brennan: Yeah, that's in there. What else is it about? ...Could it be about how rational thought destroys the soul? The triumph of irrationality, and the power that is in it...Now we spend a lot of time trying to organize the world. We build clocks and calendars and we try to predict the weather, but what part of our life is truly under our control? What if we choose to exist in a reality of our own making, does that render us insane; and if so - isn't that better than a life of despair?

Life After Delivery

In a mother's womb were two babies. One asked the other: "Do you 
believe in life after delivery?" The other replies, "why, of course. There 
has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare
ourselves for what we will be later.
 "Nonsense," says the other. "There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?"
 "I don't know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths."
 The other says "This is absurd! Walking is impossible.
And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies
nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too
"I think there is something and maybe it's different than it is
here." the other replies,
 "No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery it is nothing but darkness and anxiety and it takes us nowhere."
 "Well, I don't know,"says the other, "but certainly we will see mother and she will take care of us."
 "Mother??" You believe in mother? Where is she now? 
"She is all around us. It is in her that we live. Without her there would not be this world."
 "I don't see her, so it's only logical that she doesn't exist." 
To which the other replied, "sometimes when you're in silence you can hear her, you can perceive her." I believe there is a reality after delivery and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality....

Psalm 46:10  “Be still and know that I am God.... 
    I will be exalted among the nations,
    I will be exalted in the earth.”

Answer - Sarah McLachian

I will be the answer  -    at the end of the line
I will be there for you -    while you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty -    I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance - if you can't look down

If it takes my whole life -   I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it  -   worth it in the end.
Cause I can only tell you what I know -  that I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out -   you'll still be burning so bright.

Cast me gently into morning -  for the night has been unkind.