There are no ordinary people

If I can't think of a good idea at least I can barrow one. This a quote that struck me as a remarkable way to view our follow man.

"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But the immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit--immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously--no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner--no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbour is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat--the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden."

From "The Weight of Glory" C.S. Lewis

Posting on Odd Days

Perhaps I can work up to daily posts. As it is I haven't been able to make the time to sit down on a regular basis. But at first I just want to try develop a habit for posting. In time I hope to make it better.

However if I can only post on odd days then so be it.

No Excuses

I meant to post something yesterday but I didn't get around to it. I want to develop the habit of posting daily. I'll try to do better.

Day One

This is the first day of the rest of my life, as the saying goes. And with this also being my birthday I realized I don't have as many days left as have gone. Unless I make to 94.

So as a personal dare I have started this web log. I'm daring myself to make a go of it. I have never kept a diary or journal. I'm a lousy letter writer. I find writing in general to be an ordeal. I would like to change this. I would like become more adapt at expressing my thoughts. More at ease with the effort of putting them into words.

However my thoughts tend to bog down when I try to write. So this will be my bog. Where my thoughts are mired in the mud of my words. Yet, perhaps in time they can free themselves and find higher ground.