"Anything that may delay you might just save you."
Sunny and warm today, the longest day of the year, Summer Solstice 2017, an inherently pagan observance with a date from a Christian calendar. This is my best day, always, the longest day of the year. The day that is least mine, that's the winter soltice, the shortest day of the year. Currently, it's 81˚F here in Providence. Midsummer and the first day of summer. A particle and a wave.
It would save us so much trouble if we just admitted that the line drawn between that we call pagan (or heathen) and that which we call Christian is an artificial dichotomy. Christianity is only another iteration of the Corn King, the dying-and-reviving god, just like Osiris, Adonis, Attis, Tammuz, Dionysus, et al. - John Barleycorn made divine. I mean, yeah, it's not like this is a secret, some grand revelation. Frazer shouted it in twelve volumes. But the continuing dichotomy annoys me.
I've been babying my sinuses, and I feel much better than yesterday. I slept well last night. But yesterday's discomfort allowed me to write only 530 words (and some rewriting) on "Three Monsters Walk Into a Bar." And I signed the aforementioned Everville signature sheets. And I rested a lot. Late, Spooky and I went to Olneyville, to La Lupita for tacos and burritos, soft food. Near sunset, we had a long walk at Dexter Training Ground. That was pretty much yesterday.
Well, that was the stuff I can talk about. As I posted to Facebook last night, I'm suddenly sitting on three big pieces of news, and it could be weeks before I can talk about any of it. And I hate that.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
6:55 p.m.
It would save us so much trouble if we just admitted that the line drawn between that we call pagan (or heathen) and that which we call Christian is an artificial dichotomy. Christianity is only another iteration of the Corn King, the dying-and-reviving god, just like Osiris, Adonis, Attis, Tammuz, Dionysus, et al. - John Barleycorn made divine. I mean, yeah, it's not like this is a secret, some grand revelation. Frazer shouted it in twelve volumes. But the continuing dichotomy annoys me.
I've been babying my sinuses, and I feel much better than yesterday. I slept well last night. But yesterday's discomfort allowed me to write only 530 words (and some rewriting) on "Three Monsters Walk Into a Bar." And I signed the aforementioned Everville signature sheets. And I rested a lot. Late, Spooky and I went to Olneyville, to La Lupita for tacos and burritos, soft food. Near sunset, we had a long walk at Dexter Training Ground. That was pretty much yesterday.
Well, that was the stuff I can talk about. As I posted to Facebook last night, I'm suddenly sitting on three big pieces of news, and it could be weeks before I can talk about any of it. And I hate that.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
6:55 p.m.