1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
Hmmm. And the winning sentences... say WHA?
He snoops and sniffs as hard as he can.
"It's Jesuits he's stalking."
I take my pleasure both in clear
And muddy waters angling;
Thus you may see the pious here
Amongst the devils dangling.
This World's Child:
Believe me, to the pious all
Is grist to prayer mills;
Upon the Blocksberg here they call
Lots of conventicles.
Another chorus coming in?
I hear a distant drumming.
Be easy! It's the unison
Of Moorland bittern thrumming.
So, um, yeah. Usually Tolkien is lurking by my bed, but I've been keeping the apartment more tidy lately, and it just so happens that one of my fall quarter classes is covering Goethe's Faust, of which that is an excerpt. Having not gotten that far yet, i haven't the faintest idea what's going on in that passage.
Okay, let me reach for the LEFT side of the bed, where I see a book left over from a recent research paper has snuggled down under the heating pad to escape tidying. Thomas Berry's The DREAM of the EARTH, the closest thing I know to a fundamentalist version of eco-paganism. Horribly pedantic and patronizing and stating-the-obvious book. My teacher should've assigned Starhawk or almost anything else. Anyway...
Yet we have not learned the new story. Our traditional story of the universe sustained us for a long period of time. It shaped our emotional attitudes, provided us with life purposes, and energized action. It consecrated suffering and integrated knowledge.
Blah blah blah blah. Yes, our culture's dominant paradigm seriously needs an upgrade. How many frickin' ways can you say it, man?
Ah well. Guess I'll go back to Faust.