I'l have you know, I could have gotten SO much done in the half-hour it took me to sit here listening to your audio recording. And I'll never get that half-hour back either -- likely because my anticipated collection of half a million half-hours left of work and play and sleep hence will be infused with its message.
(In case you were wondering, I just now calculated, by taking the age my father died at this year, ie, 94, and giving myself an extra year to make a nice round 95 [my father's side are long-livers, his sister reaching 102], and calculating the number of half-hours I have left at age 67, should I reach that round number age of 95 myself, that I have almost exactly half a million half-hours left, give or take a few sabbaths, I suppose.
And in connection with your comments about gargoyles, can you imagine a more pointless, and yet joyful activity for a math-nerd to engage in that just happened to include recalling some of my father's humorous, what-in-the-heck-was-that!?, determined, playful, yes-irritating-at-times, always ensuring my mother's happiness and safety, and generally father-worthy life-long events, than the additional time on top of that listening-half-hour it took me to do that calculation and type this post out? I should be ashamed. Or something. Maybe I'll dance a jig -- well, if only I knew what a jig was and how to dance it. Hmmm...)
Thank you!
I'l have you know, I could have gotten SO much done in the half-hour it took me to sit here listening to your audio recording. And I'll never get that half-hour back either -- likely because my anticipated collection of half a million half-hours left of work and play and sleep hence will be infused with its message.
(In case you were wondering, I just now calculated, by taking the age my father died at this year, ie, 94, and giving myself an extra year to make a nice round 95 [my father's side are long-livers, his sister reaching 102], and calculating the number of half-hours I have left at age 67, should I reach that round number age of 95 myself, that I have almost exactly half a million half-hours left, give or take a few sabbaths, I suppose.
And in connection with your comments about gargoyles, can you imagine a more pointless, and yet joyful activity for a math-nerd to engage in that just happened to include recalling some of my father's humorous, what-in-the-heck-was-that!?, determined, playful, yes-irritating-at-times, always ensuring my mother's happiness and safety, and generally father-worthy life-long events, than the additional time on top of that listening-half-hour it took me to do that calculation and type this post out? I should be ashamed. Or something. Maybe I'll dance a jig -- well, if only I knew what a jig was and how to dance it. Hmmm...)
Life's rhythm is that of seven beats-- one of which is the rest symbol .
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Never has bread been so understood and appreciated for its physical and spiritual nature. The kitchen and the chapel reveal the glory of our Creator.
I am so glad you liked the podcast! And amen!