If nothing that we do matters, than all that matters is what we do.Angel (DavidBoreanaz, Angel)
"As man is, God once was.
As God is, man may become."
C. S. Lewis, The
Weight of Glory:
"It is a serious thing," says Lewis, "to live in a society of
possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature
which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet,
if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations.
It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we
should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no 'ordinary'
people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations -- these are mortal, and their life
is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit -- immortal horrors
or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be
of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other
seriously -- no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling
for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner -- no mere tolerance or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies
merriment."
My husband and I were both born in Sandpoint. His dad worked at the Pack River lumber mill near
Dover and I'm proud to be a lumberjack's daughter. My mom would have breakfast ready for my dad before the rooster crowed.
I should have known what was coming when retired Californians moved to Clark Fork and began to complain that the rumble of
the logging truck woke them up at 4 o'clock in the morning.
Here are several excerpts from a book that was sent home from a Post Falls elementary school
with my first-grade granddaughter this week: "Something bad was happening to the forest. The loggers were cutting down the
trees. This place is getting unsafe. I hate that they are cutting down trees. I hate that they pave all the lanes for their
big trucks. I blame the loggers." They went to their king who read their 10-page letter asking him to stop the loggers from
cutting down trees. The king went into a rage and had the loggers put in a cage. The forest was saved and "they sat and drank
lemonade by the lake" ("Snake and Ape").
That is sure a lot of blame and hate heaped upon the loggers. Ironic that the paper the story
was written on was supplied by a logger.
Carol Saunders Post Falls
(The Director of Curriculum for the school district called early the morning that this letter was published.
He apologized and said that three years earlier the story had been sent home with students and it had raised quite a ruckus.
It was never supposed to have been printed and handed out again. I guess the teacher did not get the memo.)