I remember a poignant part of Willa Cather's "Death Comes to the Archbishop" (and I parapraise (in the 17th Century Metaphysical poetic tradition a la Herbert)) - (as Lamy approaches Acoma) 'the action is in the sky.' When I was much younger, I would visit and listen to to the wingbeats of the hawks and raving ravens soaring along the cliffs of Enchanted Mesa near Acoma ( it will be, is, and was a natural ampitheater) until interrupted by an inbound flight from Los Angeles to Albuquerque. Those darn angels are inconvenient at times. Such is incarning gemology! Unmasked sky geometry!
Ruzuzu, that's a different diamond and a different series, but they parallel. I am currently stuck in trying to understand 12th Century dialectic materialism. The horse collar was invented in the 12th Century that led to parishes, and the 4th Lateran Council.
Rolig, I was there. It may have been Frank Robinson who homered, but Brooks made some game saving plays at third base.Thanks for the correction about the native rendition of dear Bawlmer . I have just heard it and never attempted the proper spelling.
The only World Series game, I have ever attended was between the Los Angeles Dodgers and the Baltimore Orioles (Oracles). Predictably, the Oracles (Orioles) )won, as Baltimore (Baltmore, as the natives call it) is more of a Lacrosse town. Brooks Robinson, the third baseman for the Orioles, hit a home run which was the only run of the game. The Dodgers got out of Dodge, but that is immaterial, as are the angels.
The only Abbot I knew at the time was Dom Aelred Graham who wrote a book with two chapters with the titles of "The importance of not being earnest" and 'Playing God or letting God play." Fate casts tales of infinitely knowable mysteries.