“St. Augustine became a Christian when he heard a child’s voice singing as he sat in a garden on the edge of the Alps. He raced into the villa, opened St. Paul’s Epistles and saw the line “Not in reveling and drunkenness, not in lust and wantonness, not in quarrels and rivalries. Rather, arm yourself with the Lord Jesus Christ, spend no more thought on nature and nature’s appetites.”
“I would not wish his fate on a dog. I cannot imagine what it is like to spurn nature and nature’s appetites.” Charles Bowden
The cat has demonstrated no spiritual virtues this week and has left me without pious ruminations about her behavior.
Thus, I’m left with the ruminations of the only person I spend as much time with these days, Mr. Bowden.
I have long felt a unique kinship with Bowden…we seem to have had similar personalities and we both write about cartels.
His cartels distributed drugs, mine distribute religion.
Both will try to destroy you if you interfere with their business.
We both depended on sources to write accurately because these organizations mainly operate in secret.
We both understood that it wasn’t the product that was the problem, it was the people buying, selling, and profiting from the product that needed examination.
“All the saints seem to see the world as a barrier to their spiritual lives and personal salvation. They find personal salvation more important than the world itself. And they find women to be a menace to their souls. This is clearly the best case that can be made for seeking damnation. Heaven and Hell do not concern me, nor does the state of my soul. Scorning the world is beyond my understanding. Why be here then?”
He wrote things like the above that shocked me and made me laugh at his impudence…and made me think uncomfortable thoughts.
I have grown to love uncomfortable thoughts…indeed, to take comfort in them.
They indicate that I have not sold myself to one of the cartels.
Drugs and religion can be distributed by cartels or by doctors and pastors, to enslave you or to heal you.
Be careful where you buy your dope.
“A faint shower last evening brings up the raw scent of the grass come morning. The sun rises as a disk of gold, the hummingbirds descend with lust in their hearts, acorn woodpeckers pillage the feeders and a vulture sits high in the cottonwood across the wash and basks in the early light. A great blue heron flaps across the sky.
I am always puzzled when I am told life is meaningless.
I am always puzzled when I am told the meaning of life.”
Make your own application…