her ways are ways of
pleasantness, and all her paths,
silently, are peace
I still start my day with the newspapers.
And what a depressing way to start your day.
I understand most folks when they get older feel this way about the current age.
I ask, was it like this when I was a kid?
My brother Paul will recount that when he was in college the world was also going to pieces, demonstrations had taken over college campuses and the National Guard had killed 4 students and the hippie culture was destroying the America that the world had come to know.
In his book, the Winds of War, Herman Wouk comments on the world through the voice of his center character, Victor Henry.
Mr. Wouk talks through Captain Henry and says, “Our moral climate does seem to be going to hell in a handbasket – I am writing in 1970, the “counterculture” era – but my superiors were making that complaint in the 1920s, the “flaming youth” era, which then more less included me.“
Maybe this happens to everyone.
Doesn’t make it less of a shock.
While I dislike bringing up Bill Cosby, I think of his story called the Chickenheart that tells how scared he could make himself listening to horror theater radio.
Cosby’s story of the Chickenheart depicts himself in real terror due to the radio program.
Then Cosby’s Dad yells, TURN IT OFF STUPID!.
If I stop reading the newspapers and stop watching the news on TV, will it all stop?
Will what I don’t know not bother me?
Can I really believe what I see, hear and read?
Truly the TV News has got to the point that you can write the stories before you watch them just by know what channel you have on.
Pondering such I walked in the other room to go to work and turned on my computers.
One the first things to do is set up the background music for the day and click on Classic FM from London.
I like this online station for lots of reasons and that they are 5 hours ahead (GMT) lets me know someone somewhere in the world has made it through the next 5 hours.
Yes that is dumb but it is useful in its dumbness.
Today when the station come online, Jupiter by Gustave Holst was playing.
You may not know the tune off hand but I would bet you would recognize it if you heard it.
The music was set to the hymn, I Vow to Thee, My Country, made famous by Diana Spencer as it was included as one of her favorites at both her wedding and her funeral.
And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.
Wikipedia states that “The origin of the hymn’s text is a poem by diplomat Sir Cecil Spring Rice, written in 1908 or 1912, entitled “Urbs Dei” (“The City of God”) or “The Two Fatherlands”. The poem described how a Christian owes his loyalties to both his homeland and the heavenly kingdom.”
The last person I expected to show up was Cecil Spring Rice.
‘Springy’ was a great friend of Theodore Roosevelt and was the Best Man at TR’s second wedding.
Everyone knows that TR’s first wife Alice, and the mother of THE Alice Roosevelt (Longworth … if you can’t say something nice about someone … come sit be me), died after giving birth.
But I digress.
The wikipedia line, “The poem described how a Christian owes his loyalties to both his homeland and the heavenly kingdom.”
Let’s repeat that, “A Christian owes his loyalties to both his homeland and the heavenly kingdom.”
Somehow I wish I had let this one alone and just enjoyed the music.
Seems like this morning I am back where I started.
The thought of taking the path of no news beckons.