Some endings are final; not every ending is.
Let the children split infinitives,
and let limit’s release increase; Continue reading
I’m on an out-of-state working retreat to produce a rough draft of what I expect will be Part 10 of the current series on “The Monastic and Ecclesio-political Origins of Some Elements of our Modern Polities”. I have a University deadline to meet for it.
Part 2b, which is basically done, will need to wait until I return home, where my books and notes are, so I can finish adding the needed primary and secondary texts, and do something resembling smoothing-out the transitions.
I’ll post Part 10 here when I’m done with the first draft of it, and will back-fill the other entries. Hopefully having parts 1 and 10 will give people a framework, and so some sense of where this is going, even if the road is still obscure without the other entries.
Until then: stay thirsty, my friends.
The world does not hold together;
judge it as a ship that were but papered-over debris,
break-up the broken, weathered
parts, take a stand in the fractures: Continue reading
There is a widespread –and likely perennial– habit of flattening historical distance to assimilate everything to one’s own parochial universe. Children are like this. The Piglet is like this, for he
lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech-tree, and the beech-tree was in the middle of the forest, and the Piglet lived in the middle of the house. Next to his house was a piece of broken board which had: “TRESPASSERS W” on it. When Christopher Robin asked the Piglet what it meant, he said it was his grandfather’s name, and had been in the family for a long time. Christopher Robin said you couldn’t be called Trespassers W, and Piglet said yes, you could, because his grandfather was, and it was short for Trespassers Will, which was short for Trespassers William. And his grandfather had had two names in case he lost one – Trespassers after an uncle, and William after Trespassers. [A. A. Milne, The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh (New York, NY: Penguin — Dutton Children’s Books, 1996), 32]
(It is not at the center: the Piglet’s house is, in fact, on the southwest edge of the Hundred Acre Wood according to the map drawn by Ernest Shepard, the official illustrator.) Attention to historical detail requires attention to how the object under question is an artifact that, though it can be variously used by us, comes from a world that is, at least in some degree, different from our own.
Into the Clarities 