tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593735498783507566.post6490285729065455401..comments2023-06-19T05:05:15.594-04:00Comments on Little Teaboys Everywhere: Troubling GraceScott Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01034212655361602680noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593735498783507566.post-74145040394745464052010-06-18T10:14:29.026-04:002010-06-18T10:14:29.026-04:00Operor non vultus quoque ferreus pro voluntas; ill...Operor non vultus quoque ferreus pro voluntas; illic est multus minor of is quam nos reputo, quod quaero is gravis nos. Interdum res iustus combibo.<br /><br />"Interdum res iustus combibo." I like that.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16016879375432137915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593735498783507566.post-42614317202556924472010-06-14T10:38:54.229-04:002010-06-14T10:38:54.229-04:00We have a GSA club at my school that observes the ...We have a GSA club at my school that observes the Day of Silence. This gives me an annual opportunity to discuss with my students the difference between performing a text to convey meaning and using it to make pretty sounds with their mouths. I require them to sing that day, not to overrule their protest, but to illustrate the fact that I may ask them to sing the words "My God is a rock in a weary land", but that they need not believe it--thus, I am able to offend the un-churchy in my use of religious text, and the churchy in my disclaimers. In fact, I am very much okay with their refusal to vocalize as a means for communication that day--with me or each other. In fact, I sometimes wish it were held more frequently. <br /><br />"Don't look too hard for meaning; there is a lot less of it than we think, and the search for it burdens us. Sometimes things just suck." This needs to go on a wall somewhere, maybe in Latin.Sean Hacketthttp://facebook.com/sean.p.hackettnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593735498783507566.post-17944203126774737142010-06-13T23:29:37.001-04:002010-06-13T23:29:37.001-04:00Firstly, I'd love to know where the poetry fro...Firstly, I'd love to know where the poetry from the above comment came from. From where it came. Prepositions are troublesome.<br /><br />Secondly, I wonder if you've ever watched the very short-lived TV show "Firefly". It's a futuristic space western. I know your family doesn't do a lot of TV, but the whole season is only fifteen episodes long, and if you had a chance I believe you'd enjoy it. But specifically, your post makes me think of the last episode, which is called "Objects in Space". It has an optional commentary from the show's creator explaining how the episode is an expression of the idea that things and people have only the meaning of their existence, and the meaning we give them. It was mind blowing the first time I watched/listened to it.<br /><br />Lastly, I remember an episode of "Angel" where Angel finally pulls himself out a depression he's been nurturing after losing a major battle with the Forces of Evil, and tells a friend "If nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do." The thought has always stuck with me; the idea that perhaps there is no pattern, no grand scheme or elaborate expression, but rather just a string of minuscule events that involve us being ourselves. After all, if there is some over-arching meaning to be found in life, should it not be anchored in the fact that our existence is the product of God simply desiring that we exist? We were not created for a task or a "calling", but rather for our own intrinsic worth. Something well worth remembering.Abbinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593735498783507566.post-84824728956526263462010-06-13T20:01:26.099-04:002010-06-13T20:01:26.099-04:00Verily you are suspended like scales between your ...Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.<br />Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.<br />When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fallOver the Wirehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00749237040867744844noreply@blogger.com