Posted by: Peadar Ban | April 4, 2014

Today April 4, 2014: Omphaloskepsis


6:30AM, April 4, 2014

6:30AM, April 4, 2014

Briefly I sat amid the log shadows of the new day and looked east at the bare branches of Spring, the rude dampness of pale green lawns, felt the still coolness against my cheek while tiny birds and bully jays scattered the seed I’d put out for them yesterday in the streaming sun, while near the fence one last lump of snow died, longed for last July, un-mourned this morning.  A few hours ago it was a madman’s dream, a mother’s hope, a child’s imagining, an old man’s ancient memory awake. I know because before I went up to bed I stood and looked about, and felt frost fingers caress my face, saw the neighbor’s drive covered in chaotic chalk scribbles where the kids had played under the ancient unseen stars behind their scrim of daylight blue, the unheard sounds of swirling galaxies, the first chord-burst of being at the beginning and the steady drone of time since.  Yes, I stood cloaked in night and saw the day done, gone only hours by, gone down the stream of years and centuries into the Sea of What Has Been. How silly, I thought, standing there, sitting here I think now, to say:
“Could the day, each day, have no meaning at all?”

What is the purpose of sunlight beyond mere stimulation of life in sleeping seeds (on just one place in the universe?), beyond mere stimulation of neurons deep in my brain?  Why does it exist except as product of force, heat and photonic speed? Why the light of galaxies beyond a trillion trillion miles, beyond a billion years, and between? traveling across emptiness, down passing years for my eyes each night, whether they are there or not, to see?  Are they mere random, rainbowed, things; or more than that?  Why a tiny flower’s shy color beneath a waking bush of still sleeping
leaf and blossoms or the beauty of their plumage, even the subtle gray of stubborn doves, on birds bouncing on the first sweet currents of the day.  Can it simply be that they are and that they have no meaning at all; that nothing means anything.
All merely is?

Explain then, love, joy, desire, sadness, anger, friendship to me. Reactions, only, to some stimuli?  Explain mere appreciation to me.  Explain order or chaos, the chaos of a snail’s track on the sand, a squirrel’s hurried search across the lawn for last year’s fallen seeds.  Chaos, order?  Order, chaos?  Explain the order growth and learning
bring to a child’s brain.  Explain the chaos of a toddler, the chaos of a puppy, the chaos of a storm across the wide deep sea, the chaos of a waterfall.  Explain the pain of illness, the peace of death, the comfort of mourning.  And explain the fact that I or anyone, can sit and write this while a
Jay calls Morning to light the new day.

If nothing has an end, nothing has a meaning.
If nothing has a meaning, nothing has worth.
If nothing has worth, nothing matters.
If nothing matters, everything is useless, futile, unnecessary.

Explain hope!


Saint of the Day

St. Isidore of Seville (560-636)
Isidore was a bishop in Spain. He promoted science and established schools and convents. He was a prolific writer who mastered all branches of knowledge of his day. A Doctor of the Church, his writings include a dictionary and an encyclopedia.

Reflections from the Saints

If a man wants to be always in God’s company, he must pray regularly and read regularly. When we pray, we talk to God; when we read, God talks to us.

– St. Isidore of Seville

Scripture Verse of the Day

Ephesians 4:1-3

I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.

Life in Christ: Catechism #2203

In creating man and woman, God instituted the human family and endowed it with its fundamental constitution. Its members are persons equal in dignity. For the common good of its members and of society, the family necessarily has manifold responsibilities, rights, and duties.

One Minute Meditations

I am glad that you feel concern for your brothers: there is no better proof of your mutual charity. Take care, however, that your concern does not degenerate into anxiety.

– St. Josemaria Escriva, The Way


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