Why do the heathen so furiously rage/and the people imagine a vain thing?

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Hi, friends and strangers (and the wonderful amorphous inbetween).

I have been following posts on this list (on and off) for about five

years; just last week or so signed onto Heward's and 's lists.

In the " newcomer " mode, I've often joked rather foolishly about

things that are serious, but (and?) as a sometimes, myself, overly

_serious_ (ponderous? animus-possessed sometimes?) person, I've also

often attempted the foolish jokes as my particular way of trying to

balance what I've been calling the light and the dark.

Today being (by saecular, not religious [:-)?] fiat) " Fathers Day " ,

this is a partly cautious attempt to join a little further (deeper? --

but not, I hope _ponderously_) some of the threads and themes of

recent J-F exchanges, while also trying to keep abreast with J & P and

jl.

As a longtime socalled " lurker " I really feel very well acquainted

with many of you, but am still having a few shin-bumps about

responding directly to some of your individual styles, while,

meanwhile, all your topics are of course ones that affect me and that

I've been personally involved in.

My opening topic there is from one of the (to the " Christians " who

don't seem to feel the need for this kind of book specifity [as to

other books from other religion traditions (much less the not-yet-

written books?]) " psalms " .

I learned the words when I was a ? " schoolgirl " ?, having sent myself

for a year to a " school " that represented to me at the time pretty

much the opposite of everything I'd previously believed in (and I was

on a path of -- among other things -- " education " ). I hadn't the

foggiest (literal/historical) sense of what the words meant, but you

see, we _sang_ them (and part of my heart is a musician -- since, in

a sense, ?before I was born?).

This phrase (and the non-auditory _music_ of those poems the

Christians call their psalms, as well as the audible music of those

of us non-theologically mature [sprung?]) came to my mind this

morning on today's Saecular Defined " Fathers Day " , while in my

sometimes perhaps too? quietist " lurker " (for the joke style) way, I

called up the J-F list again.

I am troubled (as I guess a lot of us are, in our different styles

and " modes of discourse " ) by all the acrimony we (and apparently " our

times " ?) seem to have to be dealing with. [Alice, do you think this

is a " karma " or, otherwise, how does your astrological perspective as

well as your personal life point of view see this?]

So I quote that line as a way of saying " hello " to any or all who

read these posts. By now there are quite a bunch of you I'd like to

respond to more directly, but ( " and " ) I'm always _listening_, too!

So, for the saecularism, " Happy Fathers Day " to all, regardless of

(or better, maybe, embracing) your " theo " - " Logo-isms " .

Maybe tomorrow [ " tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow " :-)], I can get

a few more direct responses to ... well, for a somewhat random

sample, Dan, , Greg, and Phoebe!

Here's (with a bow to over at junglife) to the yin and the

yang, and (for one of my still somewhat unconverged [?] " marte

themes " , tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ( & etc.).