One of my favorite StoryPeople cartoons is of a man in a little green boat feeding a fish. The caption reads: “How can you be sure it has a soul? she said. You can’t, I said, unless you’ve got one yourself.”
The atheistic conviction that we’re already dead is as impossible for me to take seriously as the fundamentalist Christian conviction that Mohandas Gandhi is burning in Hell. Who comes up with these things, anyway? I guess we do. Our bad.
Is it wrong of me to edit blog posts days or even years after publication? I do. Less for content than for style, but I do.
The first iteration of the post you’re reading right now, for example, included a Psalm (46:10) and a few too many words about the huge mistake, as I see it, of sending the mind to do the heart’s work in matters spiritual.
Today I’m replacing the psalm and the too many words with this: “And so it is with God.”
That’s Pi Patel in the film adaptation of Yann Martel’s Life of Pi telling his guest that it doesn’t matter which allegory he chooses because the truth of his journey is what it is.
Acadia achieved enlightenment yesterday. She was contemplating the way of the chipmunk. I think that’s what happened, anyway. It’s hard to tell with cats. We were at Furman, reconnoitering the Buddhist temple where I hope to meditate Tuesday morning.