Issue 156 – School Days
As advertised, the Blog Wyrm staff journeyed to Mallorca last month to see the eclipse (more on this below) and we are indeed back this month – at least somewhat. Let’s take these points in opposite order. While we are, as is our custom, providing an intro blog this month (which you are obviously reading), our satellite columns exist in a state of completion ranging from mostly done to just in the conception stage. As a result, while this intro will be as insightful and enjoyable as our others (to the degree that they are insightful and enjoyable at all) we will not be saying ‘now onto the columns’. Our primary excuse is one of good and noble origin – school has started this past month. What does that have to do with our staff, you may ask? The simple answer is that members of our staff have stepped up and volunteered to teach classes in a local school that were abandoned by the instructor of record. A necessary requirement is that our enjoyable but highly non-remunerative pursuits must take a back seat.
With that preliminary discussion out of the way, let’s talk a bit about the beautiful world in which we live. The total solar eclipse took place on Aug 12th and our staff journeyed to the Spanish island of Mallorca to witness.
The path of totality, shown in red in the above path terminated over the Mediterranean Sea with the Sun a mere handful of degrees above the horizon. And while the pure beauty was somewhat marred by some ill-placed clouds, there was no doubt that God’s handiwork is truly amazing, beautiful, and wonderfully harmonious.
This is a point that each of us would do well in remembering. That regardless of how strident and clamorous is the drum-beat of negativity that comes from our professional talking heads, our world is fundamentally good. That does not mean that all events that take place on the ‘stage’ are ones that always result in our immediate benefit. Rather that the words of that hellhound of Scotland who asserted that
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
are words of despair that we should all reject for our own good and the good of those around us.
See you next month.

