Ash Wednesday; Bah, humbug!

Or is that Christmas?

"Dust thou art, and to dust thou shalt return." As a kid, I cringed at those words. What kind of a thing is that to say to a child? It's a damned mean religion that sets out to scare its children. Scared everybody, as a matter of fact. They should have called it the House of Fright and Shame instead of a religion.

But it's Lent. Call it anything you like, repentance and atonement are good for everybody, administered in proper doses. It has a way of reducing ego, and any number of other afflictions. Better still, it leads one to the joyousness of Easter, or Spring, or elevated temperatures, whatever.

"Ashes to ashes........" Well, being reminded of our mortality can help us to better appreciate the life we have. Like the man said as to "....it's not the fall that hurts you, it's the sudden stop,"......... well, we might as well consider ourselves immortal: it will be true until it is no longer true, and then who will know?

Here at this colder parallel, the croci shot up in the December/January quasi-Spring, and they paid the price. Now the big mystery is, will they live again?

Stay tuned!

That's the rumination for today; stay the course, fight the good fight!
12:11AM, 22 February, 2007. Happy Birthday, George! Sorry you got caught in all those car sales on the ill-titled Presidents Weekend.