A reflection on what William James called "the deeper mystery and tragedy of life," and seeing the light with regard to the imbibing of spirits...
LISTEN. What a fine Friday afternoon in June, in a pre-pandemic, quotidian-normal sort of way. If all the days are (or could be) gods, as Emerson said, yesterday was exceptional. Exalted. Crowning.
It was highlighted first by the three-dimensional presence and unmediated, unmasked company of a good friend over lunch at M.L. Rose. We've zoomed often during the contagion, but conversing face-to-face for the first time since March 2020 was a gratifying reminder of why immediacy matters.
Later, while he endured Nashville gridlock I had a pleasant swim and did not take it for granted. After Monday I'm prohibited by the protocols of surgery from immersing in H20.
And then we went out to a ballgame, wife and Younger Daughter and I. First live game with the crowd since Spring Training 2020 just before they cancelled it. William Carlos Williams was right, the crowd at the ballgame is moved by a spirit of uselessness which delights them ... (continues)
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