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One Thing Leading To Another
Aug. 7th, 2021 09:09 amI did an hour long interview over the phone with a nice chap who wanted to know my views on public transport. My ego purred. Really, ego, you are the most ridiculous construct! Don't you know you were chosen at random?
I dreamed I was at an exhibition of drawings by T.S. Eliot. At least, some of the drawings were by him and some were by other people and none of them were labelled so one had to guess which was which. As I was leaving someone slipped me a couple of genuine Eliots to take home- and I thought "My friend X would be awfully jealous if he knew."
The night before I dreamed I was at the altar celebrating Holy Communion. I was struggling, and first I broke something and then I forgot the words. I turned to my first boss- The Ven A.W.- who was assisting me- and said "It's no good; I just can't carry on."- and he was very understanding- which I don't believe he would have been in real life. I checked afterwards to see whether he is still alive. And he isn't.
I'm not very good at remembering whether people I've known in the past are alive or dead. I look them up, commit the answer to memory- and then the memory gets scrubbed. I don't really think it matters. Death is nothing. We're all of us alive all the time everywhere.
Judy challenged me in her latest email to tell her what I really thought about the universe so I gave her a very brief synopsis. She wrote back to say she didn't know what I was talking about and called me a "mystic". I don't like the word "mystic" because it implies mistiness whereas to me it's all as clear as day. She also said she wishes I'd stop talking so much about masks and vaccination because she feels like I'm getting at her. And perhaps I am, though I try very hard to be objective, observational and keep any opinions I may have to myself. Anyway, I said I'd stop.
I dreamed I was at an exhibition of drawings by T.S. Eliot. At least, some of the drawings were by him and some were by other people and none of them were labelled so one had to guess which was which. As I was leaving someone slipped me a couple of genuine Eliots to take home- and I thought "My friend X would be awfully jealous if he knew."
The night before I dreamed I was at the altar celebrating Holy Communion. I was struggling, and first I broke something and then I forgot the words. I turned to my first boss- The Ven A.W.- who was assisting me- and said "It's no good; I just can't carry on."- and he was very understanding- which I don't believe he would have been in real life. I checked afterwards to see whether he is still alive. And he isn't.
I'm not very good at remembering whether people I've known in the past are alive or dead. I look them up, commit the answer to memory- and then the memory gets scrubbed. I don't really think it matters. Death is nothing. We're all of us alive all the time everywhere.
Judy challenged me in her latest email to tell her what I really thought about the universe so I gave her a very brief synopsis. She wrote back to say she didn't know what I was talking about and called me a "mystic". I don't like the word "mystic" because it implies mistiness whereas to me it's all as clear as day. She also said she wishes I'd stop talking so much about masks and vaccination because she feels like I'm getting at her. And perhaps I am, though I try very hard to be objective, observational and keep any opinions I may have to myself. Anyway, I said I'd stop.
