tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post5685450304467735068..comments2024-03-28T11:33:16.271-05:00Comments on Adventus: The Gift of Death(?)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-11079676766668376382014-10-12T11:50:24.172-05:002014-10-12T11:50:24.172-05:00which reminds me of the last sentences (spoiler al...which reminds me of the last sentences (spoiler alert) of Graham Greene's "Monsignor Quixote":<br /><br />Why is it that the hate of a man—even of a man like Franco—dies with his death, and yet love, the love which he had begun to feel for Father Quixote, seemed now to live and grow in spite of the final separation and the final silence—for how long, he wondered with a kind of fear, was it possible for that love of his to continue? And to what end? rick allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07612435616018593956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-75586133801426867332014-10-12T02:01:37.438-05:002014-10-12T02:01:37.438-05:00THIS is what Thornton Wilder believed (Full-disclo...THIS is what Thornton Wilder believed (Full-disclosure: me too!)---<br /><br /><i>But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.</i> "The Bridge at San Luis Rey"JCFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14516376500318551838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-76152920100324105482014-10-11T08:24:24.248-05:002014-10-11T08:24:24.248-05:00*twirls mustachio thoughtfully**twirls mustachio thoughtfully*ntoddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01068160577299501895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-63777034417401228522014-10-10T22:17:40.775-05:002014-10-10T22:17:40.775-05:00No, I'm being wholly objective and scientific....<i>No, I'm being wholly objective and scientific. Duh. QED</i><br /><br />Curses! Foiled again!Rmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811456254443706479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-74830926732503455972014-10-10T19:51:04.845-05:002014-10-10T19:51:04.845-05:00ntodd---everyone draws different conclusions from ...<i>ntodd---everyone draws different conclusions from the same evidence.</i><br /><br />No, I'm being wholly objective and scientific. Duh. QED<br /><br /><i>There is one consolation if NTodd is correct, he won't be able to say "I told you so".</i><br /><br />I'll have a special post to be published in the event of my death saying just that!ntoddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01068160577299501895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-60334261447123869372014-10-10T18:09:39.338-05:002014-10-10T18:09:39.338-05:00I remember reading Thornton Wilder's little e...I remember reading Thornton Wilder's little essay he wrote after Our Town, I thought he seemed overly eager to assure people he didn't really believe in the afterlife he presented in the play. I remember, as an Irish Catholic, being surprised to hear some ex-protestants talk about how self-serving and egomaniacal the belief in the afterlife was. Having grown up with an almost sure expectation of purgatory if not hell, I, at one point, considered obliteration to be the easier alternative. As the avoidance of extra guilt is the hallmark of my traditional framing, I remember my response to the possibility that we would all be simultaneously destroyed by a comet or media impact or through the artificial, human products of science, "No one can blame me for it". <br /><br />There is one consolation if NTodd is correct, he won't be able to say "I told you so". The Thought Criminalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01381376556757084468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-15350013510651467132014-10-10T17:38:17.886-05:002014-10-10T17:38:17.886-05:00ntodd---everyone draws different conclusions from ...ntodd---everyone draws different conclusions from the same evidence.<br /><br />It is apparently become acceptable in scientific circles to speak of animal emotions and emotional behavior/response in animals.<br /><br />I can remember when any such observations were dismissed as personification and anthropomorphizing.<br /><br />It isn't the animals who have changed their behavior.<br /><br />Change the frame, change the conclusion. And who is right, in the end? And who is wrong?Rmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811456254443706479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-61702703640225691142014-10-10T09:40:02.299-05:002014-10-10T09:40:02.299-05:00Hmm. I've seen enough death to be convinced i...Hmm. I've seen enough death to be convinced it is the end.ntoddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01068160577299501895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-86185226336247934222014-10-08T21:11:03.186-05:002014-10-08T21:11:03.186-05:00"Death is a mystery but I'm convinced thr..."Death is a mystery but I'm convinced through watching people die that it's no end."<br /><br />I've seen it enough to agree with you.Rmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811456254443706479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-19899491245036695052014-10-08T21:09:23.347-05:002014-10-08T21:09:23.347-05:00There's something of the elegiac in Malory'...There's something of the elegiac in Malory's title, along the lines of the introduction of Heorot in "Beowulf," a description that begins with its construction but then the hall awaits "it's barbarous burning."<br /><br />But that doesn't completely explain it, and the title has always intrigued me; especially since Arthur doesn't really die.Rmjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811456254443706479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-85409232862183840792014-10-08T18:47:45.577-05:002014-10-08T18:47:45.577-05:00My mother died over the period of at least a month...My mother died over the period of at least a month, following her catastrophic and negligent last hospital stay, we didn't realize until she died that all that month she was preparing, life review - things we'd never heard of before, totally out of character references to her parents and others as if they could hear her in the room - she was quite lucid during most of it. Right up till the end when the visiting nurse told her her blood oxygen and pulse were excellent and she said there must be something wrong with her instruments - about half an hour before she actually died. Her last night was the best one of the month, she slept for thirteen hours and woke up to wonder if she'd been dreaming the awful stuff that had happened to her in the past month. She asked for a particular rosary and a St. Terese of Lisieux holy card and watched mass on TV for the last time. None of us had any idea - we were listening to the nurse instead of what she was saying. For some reason she kept saying that she was going to have trouble with the door and that we should make sure it was passable. She told her parents that she was going to need help with it - something of the sort none of us ever heard he say before. <br /><br />Death is a mystery but I'm convinced through watching people die that it's no end. The Thought Criminalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01381376556757084468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479398.post-29310105271764128622014-10-08T17:45:43.069-05:002014-10-08T17:45:43.069-05:00I've always been kind of intrigued by the titl...I've always been kind of intrigued by the title given by Caxton to Malory's round of stories about King Arthur: Le Morte Darthur. Probably an error of some sort. Still, it's a provocative title to give to something that covers the king's whole life, beginning with his conception. rick allenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07612435616018593956noreply@blogger.com