The Age of Miracles

Reading at Spring time in California is inspirational.  The glorious month of May with Mother Nature reveling in her fecundity and looking forward to the joys of her summer sunshine along the River.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so, we have been given a small book to read to take away all our normally deterministic cares and concerns; our plans for future actions and deeds (good and bad).  In place of our hopes and dreams, we are provided with an argument for theological fatalism; an omniscient God(s) as found at the roots of historical religions.

I read about a third of this book, then switched into speed-read mode and finished it the next day.

Sorry, the narratives on girl-cliques, training bras, and cool guys, have become unenlightening to me in my dwindling years.

So, we’ve got permission to run the sprinklers all summer long, drink to excess, and run the air-conditioner at max all the time. 

Que sera, sera.