It’s that time of the year, when we, as a conservative Christian nation, throw religion and theology right out the window… Along with an unfathomable number of long tons of candy… Originally known as ‘All Hallows Eve’, when every type of evil in the world was free to roam the earth at their pleasure, only to be subsequently conquered by ‘All Saints Day’, our great nation has turned the occasion into an orgy of consumption, the likes of which have never been seen. Except for every other holiday, of course.
“There is a vitality, a life-force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is; nor how valuable it is; nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivates you.” Martha Graham Not exactly the most succinctly worded sentiment. But one that bears repeating, over and over again! For myself, if not for you and yours… Now… It’s been a long time since a post of mine elicited absolutely no response, whatsoever, from the vastness that is the blog-o-sphere… Nada. Zilch. Whoa, Nelly, even the crickets …
It’s the greatest time of the year. Not the most wonderful time of the year. That’s a whole ‘nother can of worms. I’m talking about the World Series.
Today marks the 600th anniversary of the battle of Agincourt. There are English citizens around the world who hold this day sacred, in much the same way we Americans hold the 4th of July, and the Thai hold the King’s birthday sacred. For those of us who aren’t English, but lovers of Shakespeare, today is sacred for other reasons. Perhaps the second most famous speech ever written in the English language, behind a certain soliloquy from Hamlet, takes place (theatrically) upon the field at Agincourt. Here are some justly famous versions of this speech, and an up and comer for admission to their ranks:
Life is a balancing act. This is true, but it’s not the whole truth. How could it be? Those statements, also, are true; but they, too, are not the complete story. We must all strive to arrive at those philosophical way-stops along our journey’s, where we don’t posit a universal truth every time a local instance of serendipity plays out. We must all attempt to grasp the bigger picture, or we’ll never grow into the fullness of what it means to be human. What is true for you and yours may be anathema to someone else. “There are more things under heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio.” Or Michelle. Or Richard, or George or… EJ Liederstein