contemplativeI have nothing to do tonight. I do plan to be in bed early tonight. Tomorrow morning before going to the library book nook to volunteer, I plan to go to a used books sale put on by the Holland Rescue Mission. Maybe I will find something that will cause me to feel like a brick of gold. I really do not need any more books. I am sad to confess, I have no more room for books. Our house is crammed with books. I am feeling oppressed with all the books staring at me all the time. I want empty space! My cell is too full of books and I need to experience empty space (what we need is a bigger house). I feel at times I am a prisoner to my constant need/lust for books and music. Weird.
Today I received in the mail a used book I had ordered titled, “To A Distant Island” by James McConkey. It is hard to say what this books is about, it is mainly about Anton Chakhov’s travel memoir, “The Island: A Journey to Sakkalin.”
http://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/chekhovs-beautiful-nonfiction
Not much happened today around here. I read my books, dozed, messed with our main computer, and wandered my cell. My days speed by toward my grave.
Well, I will close to feel at a lost. It will soon be revealed the Mystery.
"[14] Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.
[15] For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.
[16] For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.
[17] For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;
[18] While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal." Second Corinthians 4:14-18
