We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The moon over San Miniato's bell tower, one hard week ago. Remarkable Michelangelo, wearing his military engineer hat, ordered cannon emplaced up in that tower during the Siege of Florence. A famous graffito during that ten-month siege in 1529: "Poor but free." The armies of the Pope and his Spanish and French allies finally prevailed, marking the end of the free Republic of Florence and the installation of the Medici as autocratic rulers of Tuscany.
Enjoy odd facts? Michelangelo died the year both Galileo and Shakespeare were born: 1564.
The ancient seeds of the memory of Greek political freedom were germinating, back then. The pursuit of freedom, self-reliance, and dignity is an endless battle for mankind, is it not, against those who seek power and authority over us, and "responsibility" for us? Like we are weak, or children. Give me God's, or even nature's fate - not man's. I will deal with those.
Like those Florentines, I do not trust human power, because it is always the wrong sorts of folks who seek it: people who want to be too big for their boots. Bush, however well-intentioned, and all the rest included. While the regular people just want to live life in God's amazing and scary world, or to figger out how to. But che bella vita, and to Hell with all of the power-seekers. Which circle? Dante knew. That's all I have to say, today, on a holy Sabbath.
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I like that Italian Girl.
Nice segue into politics from San Miniato. Very slick and smooth, but unnecessary.
A fine church. Been there. And chatted with the monks, whose English is perfect and who are the finest people, without any evident "holiness" or oddness. Real guys, who cound't find anything better in life than worship.
Envied them, really, in a way, for their faith.
Found it in the Eyewitness Guide, as posted. It's not obscure, just a very nice walk from downtown, with lots of steps to get there - a Stairmaster.
Mrs. Bird Dog feels the same as you. Maybe I do too - not sure.
Faith is complicated. We either have it or we don't. Sometimes it is just about control or not having control because God says you cannot be with "me" until you can close your eyes and know I will catch you. What a conundrum this question of true faith is , this what Shakespeare and C.S. Lewis, Augustine, Espinosa, Goethe and so many more sought to answer and to understand. Yes, even Jesus questioned himself on that mountain top and prayed for direction , for assurance and realized there was to be none; there was only the 'leap of faith' the faith you need "when you get out of the boat and walk on the water." ANd to think this was all started by a photo of a moon by a church at the top of the stairs.
Just remember "Seek and ye shall find...ask and ye shall receive...." A great deal more comforting than all those phrases about "count the cost"(of discipleship) and "in seeking to save your life you shall lose it..."
Definitely, Aslan is not a tame lion but I so love it when he lets the girls bury themselves in his mane.
At this point in my life I don't want a friend but a saviour, but I want one who won't push me to do things that terrify or devastate me just to prove my faith. Life is too painful as it is. I don't expect Him to cure my sick relative, but it will be hard to stay on speaking terms with Him if he doesn't.