Well, it has been a busy day. I am standing on the edge of the data precipice—the Fall reporting period in higher education—the favorite :-) time of the year for an Institutional Researcher… Anyhow, the busyness must be over, cause I gotta go to band practice…

I received this in an email from Plough.com today…

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By means of art we are sometimes sent - dimly, briefly - revelations unattainable by reason. Like that little mirror in the fairy tales - look into it, and you will see not yourself but, for a moment, that which passeth understanding, a realm to which no man can ride or fly. And for which the soul begins to ache... [from Through a Glass, Darkly by Alexander Solzhenitsyn Excerpted from Solzhenitsyn by Joseph Pearce.]
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Gotta think about this one…

Walking from the Greenline to Starbucks last night I came across an architect. Thin, clear cables that were strung between the branches of a pine tree suspended her as she repaired her gauzy edifice. Her body was black and round, as big as a grape. With her spindly legs, she removed the damaged strands, knitting new ones as she crossed the structure. I stood there, staring, for what seemed a timeless bit of minutes, watching her work on this invisible arrangement of threadlike weaponry. I left amazed at her ability, sorry for the flies, and happy that she and her relatives are usually quite a bit smaller than humans.

I've been reading Holy the Firm, by Annie Dillard. Came across this quote today:

"Time is eternity's pale interlinear..."

The only response that comes to mind is silence...

Nothing much to say today. I think my brain is too full from the weekend. Maybe tomorrow...