Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Saturday, April 26, 2014

In my mind I am going to Carolina!

Oh dear, the sky here in NC is so interactive. It is positively interactive, virtual reality. Somedays, I can't handle the invasiveness of the NC sky.

I blame it on James Taylor introducing it to us in his music, at a young age. "Touch your head and the angels will show you where they hang their wings. Right over Charlotte, NC is the dressing room of the angels. They told me so.

Everyday they tell me how unruly and out of sorts my bedroom closet is. It is not the North Carolina way to let your closet get so out of control. Here, this is a hanger. This is what we do with our wings.

Last week somebody got an eagle patch for something they did and the whole group of them were showing me this and that patch they had won and how they carefully hang their wings on hangers, so that they won't get wrinkled. You won't be ready for heaven, if you don't get to that closet.

I know, I said!
Day and night it is the same. "Look to the left and you will see the stairs to West Heaven, it seems to say.

I guess it is competing with all of the technology people, who don't look at the sky anymore. (It's just like a New Yorker to make a map of the sky)

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