• Mood: contemplative
• Music: Disma 'Towards The Megalith'

rest on nothing of what he understands, tastes, feels or imagines

It is 10:18 AM Saturday morning in the death flow. I am not at the library used books store this morning because the library is closed for some special community event. Outside the sun is shining and the world is in a state of shock because Europe is fragmenting. What we are seeing in the world is the rise of nationalism. I wonder if extreme forms of nationalism can function in a global economy.

I do not remember when I got up this morning. It might have been around 6:30 AM. I drank this morning coffee I made yesterday. I missed with our main computer and then wrote in my paper diary. Carol got home around 8:55 AM. When she got home I was reading for devotions THE ASCENT OF MOUNT CARMEL by St. John of the Cross.

Carol has gone to bed for the day. I have been wandering my cell wondering what to do next. I could either leave my cell and go someplace or I could stay here and close my eyes and dream of a better tomorrow.

I do not remember much of last night. Well since I feel myself falling asleep I will close to wait to see what comes next down the Narrow Way.

"[57] And it came to pass, that, as they went in the way, a certain man said unto him, Lord, I will follow thee whithersoever thou goest.
[58] And Jesus said unto him, Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.
[59] And he said unto another, Follow me. But he said, Lord, suffer me first to go and bury my father.
[60] Jesus said unto him, Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God.
[61] And another also said, Lord, I will follow thee; but let me first go bid them farewell, which are at home at my house.
[62] And Jesus said unto him, No man, having put his hand to the plough, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God." Luke 9:57-62