This was the dream.

There was a conclave of the gods. Around the open marbled floor were ringed the towering pillars and the towering thrones and the towering gods, who were grave and almost unmoving.

Into the middle of that floor through an entrance came clattering a funny looking stone and behind it ran a little boy and his dog

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The boy did not notice the gods. He ran straight to the stone and resumed playing with it.

The bright-faced goddess of joy laughed.  The boy looked up. He contemplated the gods gravely. They contemplated him gravely.  After a time he went back to his playing and then left.

For all that the gods made him greatly blessed.

How they greatly blessed him is jumbled.  It partly seemed that he grew up and became handsome and talented and rich but with the unselfconsciousness and the delight of a child.  Partly it seemed that his blessing was he died soon after

Dark under the trees

through the branches stars still seen

crescent moon rises

Here are my Conference top two. (more…)

Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man.

-Frances Bacon

I noticed this morning that there was the tiny tip of a thorn still there in my middle finger a little below the first joint. Late afternoon yesterday I had grabbed a thorny vine by mistake, but I washed the scratches and went on to other things. This morning that one spot still hurt, and with no blood obscuring the view there was obviously a little dark speck bedded deep. With tweezers I pulled away skin until the speck was exposed and the tweezers could grasp it and pluck it out. It is a marvel how immediate the change is when foreign debris is no longer touching a place it shouldn’t. Plying the tweezers to reach the thorn tip hurt more while I was doing that than the thorn itself had. Due to experience with such things, though, the immediate pain did not deter me from pursuing the relief I was confident I would gain.

Recall that the Saturday evening session was first cancelled then reinstated as just a fifth session. It will no longer be priesthood session or women’s session.

Hmm.  Taken together, a lot of these recent changes have collective side effects that make them ill advised in aggregate, at least that is my feeling.  But the SL Trib feels the same way, so I must be wrong.

Christofferson, the Covenant Path

Obedience can be good.  Independence can be good.  But there is a tension between them.

They both have bad versions–unthinking conformity, prideful rebellion–and it should interest you that Satan appears to aim for both.  The conformist rebel is one of the defining archetypes of our age.

Covenants reconcile the tension between obedience and independence.

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There once were two men who had to duel using fish.

It was not easy to figure out how to do.  They were the miserable butt of jokes for months as they tried out and discarded various fanciful notions.

Particularly miserable was the man who had been challenged.  He and the challenger had both been pretty worked up about whatever it was, so he accepted the challenge through clenched teeth and then drew himself up to announce his choice of weapon.  He wanted fish spears, the barbed nasty little things.  He drew himself up and said, “FISH [dramatic pause]” then one guy there snorted and everyone around burst out laughing, big honking laughs, and no one heard him say “spears.”  They just would not shut up with the laughter, by the time he could make himself clear it sounded like he was making excuses and everyone agreed it was too late.  He was so angry he challenged some of them to a duel but they just laughed him off.

At the time the challenger was furious at the man who said fish.  He thought the man must have done it on purpose, he was in no mood to make allowances (you rarely are when you fight a duel), and he wanted to call the whole thing off as a mockery.  But everyone advised him he had to.  They insisted solemnly that it would clean impinge on his personal honor to back out now.

You never believe in society quite so much as when everyone you meet knows all about your affairs and spontaneously coordinates to keep you the butt of the joke.   (more…)

The closest ordinary people get to “absolute power” in our time is fatherhood – which is also the most ennobling, sanctifying thing we can experience. Power is good – good is an incoherent concept without power.

-thus EDJCB

Also the converse. Power without goodness has no glory.

Alternate definition of glory–goodness plus power. Righteous dominion.

Life is a maze. You wander the intricate three-dimensional underground passages, sometimes twisting out onto the surface, sometimes through nets and ropes winding into and out of the trees.

Each person’s maze is their own. (more…)

Elder Christofferson is one of us.  One of the God is willing to yank your chain a little crowd.

Here

Angelo Codevilla, RIP.

The Instapundit says his best article on American Politics is this one the Ruling class.

I say unto you, the redemption of Zion must needs come by power;

For ye are the children of Israel, and of the seed of Abraham, and ye must needs be led out of bondage by power

–D&C 103:15-17

Taking off from WJT’s efforts here,

Every man a holy pirate king

Every woman a luxury and a necessity

On the sweetness . . .

A strange ward.  A woman gets up to speak.  It’s a full on blue collar ramble.  She’s talking about her alcoholism, taking a shot at her addict exhusband, boasting about her lawn ornaments (!), and talking about service and repentance, all mixed together  She says she was floored when they ask her to be Relief Society President.  I am in the back laughing and laughing but also crying by the end.  It was pure and beautiful.