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Friday, November 18, 2022
November 24, 2022
Reflection
"Omit needless words.
Vigorous writing is concise. A sentence should contain no unnecessary words; a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts. This requires not that the writer make all sentences short or that he avoid all detail and treat his subjects only in outline, but that every word tell."
William Strunk, Jr.
The Elements of Style [19180,
chapter 2, sec. 13.
November 23, 2022
Reflection
RAIN
Rain ....
Praised and prayed for ... cursed and rain from ... rain.
The United States landed a "lander" on Mars - about two or three weeks ago.
Today is June 6, 2008.
The hope - one hope - is to see if there is ice on Mars - because if there is ice - there's water - and if there is water - there is a possibility of starting a colony there.
Rain ....
What would happen if there was a planet out there filled with water - an if water - it rains there.
Rain ....
It rained here the other day - and heavy - and more rain is expected during the next few days.
Trees were knocked down in Virginia and Maryland. Electrical power lines fell - and our Eucharistic Chapel was flooded a bit.
Rain ....
I like rain.
I like it better than snow.
Snow is tough on driving.
Both flow down into the aqua filters - where vast deposits of water - sit under carpet earth.
I like soft rain - especially soft, spring rain.
I like the clean feeling it gives to earth, bushes, and trees.
It cleans sidewalks.
I like the sound it makes on the roof and air conditioning units.
I like to see it splashing into windows.
Rain....
Now Noah, tell us your thoughts about rain?
November 23, 2022
Wednesday - Thought for Today
"The mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that 'w-a-t-e-r' meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul, gave it light, joy, set it free."
Helen Keller [1880-1968]
The Story of My Life [1902], chap. 3
November 22, 2022
Tuesday - Thought for Today
"Snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, father westward, softly falling into the dark multinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
James Joyce [1882-1941]
Dubliners, The Dead
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