The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust."
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I remember where I was when I first heard these words and was churned--sitting in a Hillsdale auditorium orientation week listening to Dr. Sundahl. I miss that man.
Resolved: I need to spend more time reading good poetry.
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In other news, my parents now own a house in Flagstaff. Crazy, right? Dad took a load up yesterday when he signed the papers. Who would we be if he didn't have a whopping trailer load and a canoe on top? Not the Childs, that's for sure. There's only one way to move...and travel, for that matter...ha, and this is how it (always) looks:
I can't believe they're actually leaving Tucson. Sad.
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