Ai found it awn teh wall at Triniee Collej just befoar yoo go in to luk at teh book ov Kells, an thot it wud bee purrfekt fur as. As yoo, too, hav cleerlee thot.

If yoo wants to see teh translashun I brought frum Ireland, it iz awn “Clap awn, clap off, ai thing, awt the 18th of Februaree.

an – ai dont think enewun heer wud think what yoo sed wuz long and boring.

I sit with white Pangur,
each of us at his special skill:
his mind is on hunting,
my mind on my own special craft.

I love quiet better than any fame,
with my book in diligent study;
white Pangur does not envy me:
he loves his childish skill.

A tale without boredom when we
are at home, the two of us alone,
we have boundless sport,
something to which we devote our ingenuity.

Frequently after valorous fights
a mouse sticks in his net;
as for me, into my net falls
a difficult rule hard to understand.

Against a hedge wall he points
his bright perfect eye;
I point my own against the keenness of science,
my clear eye, though weak.

He rejoices with a quick motion
when a mouse sticks in his sharp claw;
when I understand a precious, hard problem
I too rejoice.

Though we may be thus awhile
neither bothers the other;
each of his likes his art
separately delighting in them.

(chg tr–still RPML

Every day he does his work
in which himself is expert;
hard words I make clear and sure;
I, too, work well like Pangur. Pangur.

Sorry to have been so long and boring. This is a translation of a very early Irish poem. Long ago, the Celtic saints lived more or less alone. But they often had cats.

p.s. I’m interested in the C.S. Lewis comment. What do you think of The Great Divorce in ref to this subject?
kthnxbai

I rekomend “Devil went down to georgia” – Charlie Daniels, or “If the devil danced in empty pockets” – George Strait, or “If you’re goin’ thru hell” – Rodney Atkins.

Sorry for no lolspeak. Too late too tired and too much an English Major. Cheers to all. You keep me going. And if anybody recognizes the ref in my name, I’ll be delighted.

Rhubarb

Mebbee… Wun Sweet Whirled?

Liek CC sent an aynjul to wrassle wif, ummm, dun tell me… Jaycub? An den CC sent da aynjuls to Sodum too!

I liek da thot dat Looseefur iz a hapliss servent, doin whut he wuz told to do. I tryin to memmer Gayman’s writings abowt Looseefur an hayl an awl, wiv hims Incarnashuns an Immortls stuff…

Aynjuls nawt gots freewill liek peepulls, an also nawt mayd in da imij uv CC OR Gawd….

Iz good, Jajeh, I liek it!

I didn’t know angels couldn’t change their minds, but I realize now I’ve never really thought about them. I was not raised Christian–the limited understanding of Christianity I have is because I grew up among Christians in India (and lived many years in the US, where it’s culturally very different!), and had some Christian teachers in elementary school (we loved doing nativity plays!) and college.

The idea about Lucifer being sent on a mission did not originate with me; it arose in a discussion with my brother, who had seen or heard this interpretation someplace, but I don’t know what or where. BTW – an angel, as an eternal being, cannot change its mind, be on G-d’s side one time, and strike out on his own the net minute….s/he has been set up as to what and who they are when they come into being, somepalce in eternity. (Also not my notion…and it made more sense in the context I read it.)

I was a comparative religion major many decades ago, in college, and Buddhism was a favorite of mine

um, ai ment “thotful kawmint”, nawt “kawming”.

*runz awai*

it remynd me ub Buddha. wen he wuz lidl prins, he nebber left hiz fadder’z byootifull paliss. but wun dai, az yung man, he went owt, an seed dat menny peepz wuz suffrin pain, deth an loss. him nawt knoe hao tu kyure sik peepz, bring bak ded wunz, awr nuffin. he cud oanly trai tu figgur owt hao we kin feel less payn. an dat iz teh ayt-fold paf ub wizdum an efficks – nawt kling tu teh werldly fingz, stop treetin peepz an aminalz meenly, an awl dat.

mebbe ceeling cat gibz us rongz so we kin become konshus ub wut iz riet.

jajeh, wer kin ai reed teh essai yu menshuned?

Der iz an essay about Adam n Ebe dat sez der fahl was intentional. Dey wudnt grau up widdout it. Essayist sez, wud you tehl tu yung kids yo have put deh most wonnerful, delishus caek in deh fridge, but dey are not tu tuch it (iz for grown up pardee lader) den leev dem alone, and cum baek expectin to find dah caek? God not a Stoopee – he nau dey gonna find der way to de apple an trai. “dey hab become laik uz” cud be deh biddersweed pride and sorrow wen ou see yer kidz growin up. Hab u seen a liddle chile leeb deh garden ub eden – wen dey start ti realize diz wurld isnt deh fine,simple place dey had beleived? Somehow awareness of deth and awareness of morality go tugedder.

I fink I haz sawd him recently.