“I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood’s cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
“Without you, without your onslaughts, without your uprootings of us, we should remain all our lives inert, stagnant, puerile, ignorant both of ourselves and of God. You who batter us and then dress our wounds, you who resist us and yield to us, you who wreck and build, you who shackle and liberate, the sap of our souls, the hand of God, the flesh of Christ: it is you, matter, that I bless.” ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
I’m going to play it safe this morning. The first light of morning is here and the cock is crowing. It’s quite funny to hear the younger rooster mimicking his elder as he aspires toward doing the adult thing. A full day of being a servant to cats awaits me. In a way I am a servant to people as well but most if not all of them take care of their own needs. The cats rely on me, but we all, cats and crew work together as a team, and it work well. Yes, I am feeling a tad old this morning but I am certain that I can wrestle this feeling into one more suited for today’s needs. That’s just what I have in mind, and I am going to get an early start of it by making this a short post.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.