Deep Thoughts · Encomium · Pointless and Incomprehensible

On Lunacy and Liturgy

The minutiae of my preparations for breakfast are like a spell on which my mood, and consequently the course of the day, depends entirely. I confess it seems ridiculous to become distraught at the prospect of using a different spoon than usual; I propose, however, that it is not absurd. A priest, I expect, would…… Continue reading On Lunacy and Liturgy