Poet’s Head into the Heavens

In preparing for leading our Sunday School class tomorrow morning (chapter 9 of Brian McLaren’s a Generous Or+hodoxy – Why Am I Mystical/Poetic), I read this quote from G.K.Chesterton’s Orthodoxy. I have read this several times before, but this evening was as though for the first time.

Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad; but chess players do…Perhaps the strongest case of all is this: that only one great English poet went mad, Cowper. And he was definitely driven mad by logic, by the ugly and alien logic of predestination. Poetry was not the disease, but the medicine…He was damned by John Calvin…Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion…The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits… The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason…Materialists and madmen never have doubts… Mysticism keeps men sane. As long as you have the mystery you have health; when you destroy mystery you create morbidity

The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens.” I like that bit right there.

One of Those Days

Ever have one of those days? While still fairly productive, it just seems to drag. I am yawning without ceasing. I find myself staring out into nothing. What I find the most troubling is that I am very… how should I say this?… very, cantankerous.

That in itself would not be all too concerning to those around me if it weren’t for the fact that, when in one of these funks, I like to share the experience. As I’m sure you’ve heard, “misery loves company.” I must say though that sharing this ‘misery’ often does help lift the worst of it from myself. But, I ask myself, “is that really fair?” Then I reply to myself, “who said anything about fair?” Then I… oh, you get the point.

As I was sitting here eating my lunch I began to ponder the idea that maybe one’s community actually has a responsibility to help in this ‘sharing’ if it serves to help another member of that community. This almost sounds very brotherly and even the loving thing to do. In pondering this further I question who am I to deprive my community from serving in this capacity; the capacity of load bearer. I ponder… then I conclude… on my drive home this evening… I shall do the speed limit!

Not Quiting My Day Job

I guess this makes me a published author. No, I’m not planning any sudden career changes.

While it is exciting to have something I wrote actually published, what is more exciting is what I wrote about. The event I covered in the article was quite powerful. These were ‘average’ people; average people who are putting action to their faith. I am better for having hung out with them for the day and I am hopeful that our paths will meet in the future.

Home Remedies

I know. You came here thinking you were going to find amazing nuggets of incredibly useful how-to’s… think again!

hat tip: JollyBlogger

1. If you’re choking on an ice cube simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat. Presto! The blockage will instantly remove itself.

2. Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold while you chop.

3. Avoid arguments with the Mrs. about lifting the toilet seat by using the sink.

4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer.

5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.

6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives, then you’ll be afraid to cough.

7. You only need two tools in life – WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn’t move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn’t move and does, use the duct tape.

8. Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.

9. If you can’t fix it with a hammer, you’ve got an electrical problem

My favorite by far is #7.

That Shriek You Heard

…was me having been informed what books are going to cost this semester.

We have worked, and are working, very hard to see the kids through school without them having to incur debt. While certainly not easy, we have been able to live up to that goal, thus far. With this next semester’s tuition taken care of for both my son and my daughter, I was just delivered a painful blow. Jared needs a math book that is going for $110 USED!!! A new one is bringing down over $150.

I understand the economies of a small market of which college students needing this book is one. But, I cannot for the life of me imagine a math book with a real value of $150. I mean it is not like math is a very dynamic and volatile subject matter.

There’s got to be a book from the ’80s that can be had for $150 per dozen.