Resilience

Was the previous post indulgent? I pledged to avoid banality!

If blogging is done in the exact sense, I'd think that means logging encounters, endeavors and experiences objectively and in an economy of expression. Like a ship's log, exactly; not necessarily autobiographical, let alone a vehicle for one's thoughts and feelings. (I think they call such vehicles books.) Nor even a diary. In the last couple of weeks I've left my house only to revictual. That certainly diminishes le joie de vivre.

Frankly, though, I've no desire to leave the house. It doesn't matter much one way or the other. There's no one out there. Almost thirty years in Phoenix and it's still a town full of strangers. Not only that, but it's a place where people you've got passing acquaintances with are much deficient in mannered solicitude. Very strange. And it's still too hot.

"So why do you live there?"

Presently, I suppose the answer to that question is simply inertia.

Plenty of time to read life's reading list.

Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind and said,
"Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?
Now gird up your loins like a man and I will ask you, and you instruct Me?
Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Tell me, if you have understanding,
who set its measurements, since you know?"

"Or who stretched the line on it?
On what were its bases sunk?
Or who laid its cornerstone,
When all the morning stars sang together,
And all the sons of God shouted for joy?"

Job 38:1-7