Saturday, February 25, 2012

Just us Chickens...

There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been: a people busy and powerful, knowledgeable, ambivalent, important, fearful, and self-aware; a people who scheme, promote, deceive, and conquer; who pray for their loved ones, and long to flee misery and skip death. It is a weakening and discoloring idea, that rustic people knew God personally once upon a time—or even knew selflessness or courage or literature—but that it is too late for us. In fact, the absolute is available to everyone in every age. There never was a more holy age than ours, and never a less.
 Annie Dillard

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You know those days when you just feel... well.... mundane? Like whatever, its just another day having to figure out to what to eat, and making and spending money.... what exactly are we doing here anyway??
 Then this is a remedy for you on those days, or any days that you would like to feel connected to the exquisite beauty to which we belong. Make it full screen.by Randy Halverstan