Still trying to eat the last three peas on my plate with semi-perfect equanimity. Mostly, things move slowly towards change and (1) my 85'ish visitor is back in the ICU, (2) M's back is still a mess from the fall two months ago, (3) Friend R's broken shoulder socket still makes it impossible for her to settle the shock of white hair on her head (though her husband, due to her infirmity, has no managed to cut his 4th onion in 50 years of marriage ... Go, Miltie!), (4) I'm worried about the young friend who was just released from a psych ward after feeling she and her husband had enough, (5) still living with my own state of incompletion and (6) aware that my children were not God's answer to my inadequacies ... perfecting the mold, so to speak. Oh! And the thumb that lets me balance this laptop has announced its arthritic state ... the Cosmos' way of telling me that I could have more empathy for the likes of GuntherDog and colleagues who argue theory. I think it was Goether who opined: Grey, my friend, is all theory; but Green, the evergrowing Tree of Life.
It does look, this morning, that the USA will be bombing Assad in the upcoming weeks and something less than 1% of the World's population will be celebrating a New Year on their lunar calendar which figures the World to be 5773 years old, tomorrow. A much smaller mystical subpopulation of Jews finds interest in theoretical questions about how an omnipresent being such as their God who "fills the Earth and all that is contained within it" could find space for the creation, say the Sixth Day creation of humankind?
"Where could he put them," these heaven-centered folk ask. Where was the the space for them to occupy. Their solution? God, the omnipotent, had to redact herself or himself ... had to undergo Tzimtzum, they called it, in order to give room for other Selves at the Table of Life.
May it be thy will, Oh! God ... Great Spirit of the Universe ... Animator of the World ((Anima Mundi) ... that willed being that goes under the name "I shall be as I shall be" ... may it be your will and my effort that I find it in myself to make room for others ... for the Great M who I've accompanied and who has accompanied me for just shy of 50 years .... for our aging children and their companions and children and livestock ... all those who grew out of an innocent flirtation in the early 60's and now claim to be kin of mine .... May it be your will that my near and dear and the others with whom I share this space someday learn to make room for each other ... so that the task of Elijah set forth by Malachi will be realized:
"And he shall return the hearts of the parents unto their children ... and the children onto their parents ... lest I need to return and fuck up the Earth completely."
Peace in the family ... Peace beyond. The Biologist Folk Singer, Sam Hinton, was prone (Newport Folk Festival 1965 maybe?) to say that the choice could be no clearer: "Peace to the World or the World in Pieces."
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