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The last paragraph of the most recent Notes & Errata really sums up my stance on the divine:
"In other words, maybe you abandon God by realizing it's all God, it's all divine, all hot, thrumming, vibrating connection in all places in all things at all times. And hence, to try and parse it and restrict it and beat it into submission and claim it for one people, one history, one country or church or authoritarian body, is actually the highest form of divine insult.
Or, you know, grand cosmic joke. Same thing, really."
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/03/05/notes030508.DTL
Brilliant.
And in other news, it looks like March will be insanely, unsustainably busy. My senior colleagues say it only gets more intense from here as the career moves onward and upward. Grant deadlines, conference submission deadlines, committee meetings, prospective student visits, winter quarter finals, a week to grade, narratively evaluate, and rev up for a whole new quarter. Yep, that's March for me.
Good thing I love it so much. (And that I do yoga -- seriously I think I would have been sent to the happy place with padded rooms by now if I didn't.)
"In other words, maybe you abandon God by realizing it's all God, it's all divine, all hot, thrumming, vibrating connection in all places in all things at all times. And hence, to try and parse it and restrict it and beat it into submission and claim it for one people, one history, one country or church or authoritarian body, is actually the highest form of divine insult.
Or, you know, grand cosmic joke. Same thing, really."
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/03/05/notes030508.DTL
Brilliant.
And in other news, it looks like March will be insanely, unsustainably busy. My senior colleagues say it only gets more intense from here as the career moves onward and upward. Grant deadlines, conference submission deadlines, committee meetings, prospective student visits, winter quarter finals, a week to grade, narratively evaluate, and rev up for a whole new quarter. Yep, that's March for me.
Good thing I love it so much. (And that I do yoga -- seriously I think I would have been sent to the happy place with padded rooms by now if I didn't.)
