Arcadia Est Imperare Orbi Universo

Today is the sixth of June. All 6•6•06 silliness aside, I firmly believe that two centuries or so from now, our descendants will celebrate this day as the Feast of the Servant of God, Robert Kennedy.

But suppose God is black? What if we go to Heaven and we, all our lives, have treated the Negro as an inferior, and God is there, and we look up and He is not white? What then is our response?

A wise man, and a prophet.

I believe that, as long as there is plenty, poverty is evil.

A man who called us to be more than we are.

Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.

A man with a wicked sense of humour.

People say I am ruthless. I am not ruthless. And if I find the man who is calling me ruthless, I shall destroy him.

Francine is flying to Norfolk Virginia this morning. Her father is in hospital, and there is sufficient family drama between her parents and her mentally ill sister that her presence is required. She'll be gone a week, and already I miss her.

Meanwhile, I'm attempting to purchase a house using no actual cash and only my feeble credit and (somewhat tarnished) name. So no stress there.

I had intended, as you know dear reader, to post my thoughts on Into Great Silence and What Happened After. But once again, I'm finding it difficult to keep up.