Evidently that includes Daylight Savings Time.
Or… “Lions and tigers. Oh my!”
Or… “After watching Jurassic Park, I’ll never use a Port-o-let again.”
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
And be alone, hush’d mortal, in the sacred night,
-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
Emptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up,
Faded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
By dirt and by the washing of that dirtiness.
Be not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
To weariness’ and pardon’s watery element.
Drink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
Soon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath.
Thus C.S. Lewis.
Sometimes the fact of your mortality politely taps you on the shoulder and says, “Don’t forget.”
Other times the fact of your mortality clubs you over the head with a two-by-four: (more…)