Eight years ago today, I was asked to give a speech on the topic of truth at the University of Maine. I had just returned from a field hospital in Iraq after the liberation of Mosul and I had one clear thing to say. If I was given that task again today, I think I would say the exact same thing.
I am midway through Karl Jasper‘s Man in the Modern Age and I’ve been perpetually blown away by the relevance today of literally everything that one man said in 1930. Everything. Every sentence. No exceptions. The fact the this is a library copy and I can’t use my own pen is killing me.
I … gaze through shade Folded into shade of slender Laurel trunks and leaves filled with sun. The wren broods in her moss domed nest. A newt struggles with a white moth Drowning in the pool. The hawks scream, Playing together on the ceiling Of heaven. The long hours go by. I think of those who have loved me, Of all the mountains I have climbed, Of all the seas I have swum in. The evil of the world sinks. My own sin and trouble fall away Like Christian’s bundle, and I watch My forty summers fall like falling Leaves and falling water held Eternally in summer air.