‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Of All Times...
Of all times, now is not the time, given the world's old vague condition,
to hang in my mind the plumb-bob weight of original sin and watch it twist
around like a tire at the end of a rope looped over a tree branch.