June 12th, 2002

spring

The best lack all convictions

Resolved: to write more in this journal. About the MUD, about friends and family, about work, about the kitties, about my writing -- in short, about the pieces of my life that I keep trying to wiggle into place. We'll see.

Right now another day is winding down at work. I did have a productive morning, which was good, since I felt hopelessly behind on the walkthrough I've been writing. Now I just feel depressingly behind. Plus I seem to have agreed to write a bunch of code snippets, some of which I have no clue about. I foresee some research ahead, which I actually like. I love figuring out the right query for a search engine, and creating a list of meaningful hits.

The title of this entry is from a Yeats poem that I love, "The Second Coming". It reads, in its entirety:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Yeats believed that every two thousand years or so there was a major shift in human history, marked by chaos, war, and the birth of a spiritual leader, that Jesus was the last one, and that we're about to move into another one -- or may have already. I don't think he's right, but I do think that first verse is a pretty accurate description of the strange and fast-moving times in which we dwell.

I think the antibiotics I'm on are making me queasy. Hence the current mood.
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