"There are a lot of things that my brother doesn’t like the looks of about me. But this was one that he was able to remove surgically and send off for evaluation." and
'But because he wasn’t wearing a geriatric broken foot detection device and because he’s a guy, he figured, “What the fuck. It’s only a little pain,” ' and
his son Ryan's description of "about twice the size it should be and a distressing color."
Laughter can be such a kind gift at the right moment, in this weary world.
It's only taken me a year to see your comment and reply.
Thank you. Yes, laughter is always a gift, and the ability to laugh and sometimes prompt others to laugh is a divine gift. And gifts are for giving. And forgiving is a gift. Also, comments are a gift. Okay, enough.
I've read some of your Substack and plan to read more. I had to get ChattyG to help me understand this:
"I am likened unto Digory when he swiped an apple from Narnia to bring it to his mother during her illness; he carried it into this paler world, and brought it out radiant, cut it up into pieces and gave it to the languishing patient."
Chatty G gave a long disquisition which concluded thus:
"This could symbolize:
* Bringing divine or inspired wisdom into a mundane world.
* Sharing an experience of beauty or transcendence with someone in distress.
* Offering something precious (truth, love, healing, or hope) to a suffering person.
It’s a deeply Christian and mythic metaphor, resonating with themes of sacrifice, obedience, and the transfer of divine grace into the human realm."
I have embarked on an unorthodox religious quest. If there is only one Truth, all who seek it are on the same journey. The fact that they choose different paths does not matter, at least not to me. The intention is what matters, and the intention is the same.
Anyway, I'll be reading more and maybe making some comments.
These were so funny:
"There are a lot of things that my brother doesn’t like the looks of about me. But this was one that he was able to remove surgically and send off for evaluation." and
'But because he wasn’t wearing a geriatric broken foot detection device and because he’s a guy, he figured, “What the fuck. It’s only a little pain,” ' and
his son Ryan's description of "about twice the size it should be and a distressing color."
Laughter can be such a kind gift at the right moment, in this weary world.
It's only taken me a year to see your comment and reply.
Thank you. Yes, laughter is always a gift, and the ability to laugh and sometimes prompt others to laugh is a divine gift. And gifts are for giving. And forgiving is a gift. Also, comments are a gift. Okay, enough.
I've read some of your Substack and plan to read more. I had to get ChattyG to help me understand this:
"I am likened unto Digory when he swiped an apple from Narnia to bring it to his mother during her illness; he carried it into this paler world, and brought it out radiant, cut it up into pieces and gave it to the languishing patient."
Chatty G gave a long disquisition which concluded thus:
"This could symbolize:
* Bringing divine or inspired wisdom into a mundane world.
* Sharing an experience of beauty or transcendence with someone in distress.
* Offering something precious (truth, love, healing, or hope) to a suffering person.
It’s a deeply Christian and mythic metaphor, resonating with themes of sacrifice, obedience, and the transfer of divine grace into the human realm."
I have embarked on an unorthodox religious quest. If there is only one Truth, all who seek it are on the same journey. The fact that they choose different paths does not matter, at least not to me. The intention is what matters, and the intention is the same.
Anyway, I'll be reading more and maybe making some comments.