Tuesday, February 14, 2006

The curse of intelligence

Named for the shock value. It is not a curse!! I often am sad at the fact that I cannot pursue ideas, commit to pursuits or refresh relationships that have fallen off my day-to-day radar. There is so much I want to do with my eternity! – I wonder if THAT will be enough time?

1 comment:

Dr. Thursday said...

I understand what you mean - I never have enough time to comment on all the bloggs that I want to, and that deserve it (like yours, which I've been meaning to get to for a while now!) And then there's WORK... and sleeping and that sort of thing.... and food has to fit in there somehow, and then maybe reading, and even writing???

And despite all that, we've got to try to remember that how we live now will determine what kind of eternity we'll have!

Do you know what Chesterton planned to do? He wrote a poem about it, which is rather short. Here it is:


I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
Well bath He spoken: 'Swear not by thy head,
Thou knowest not the hairs,' though He, we read,
Writes that wild number in His own strange book.

I cannot count the sands or search the seas,
Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod.
Grant my immortal aureole, O my God,
And I will name the leaves upon the trees.

In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,
Still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell;
Or see the fading of the fires of hell
Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass.
[GKC CW10:209]