The Center Cannot Hold
November 4, 2014 23 Comments
Get out and vote!
Many of you know that my partner, Jessica, got seriously ill in September, and underwent a cure which could only have been a miracle from God. She chose to recuperate in a cloister, and it increasingly appears that she intends to stay there.
May God continue to bless her, I want only the best for her. But I find that, at least for now, i cannot bear to write knowing she will likely never be here again.
Maybe that will change someday but, for now that is how it is. And so I am suspending the blog for the present.
I want to thank you all, I have had a wonderful time with you. And I will miss you as well. The blog will remain here for the foreseeable future, so feel free to read our articles. Some, mostly Jessica’s, are quite wonderful.
I hope to return someday, and so I hope you will keep us in mind.
A bit of Yeats to finish off
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?