Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. "Sent down" from Oxford. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Friday, March 25, 2016
The Quietest Place, Perhaps in the World
The interior of the parish at 3 o'clock in the morning, during the vigil of the sacrament. If you squint, you can see the rector's cat in the choir loft, enjoying the view.