Just finished watching: Panchayat S1E4, Hamara Neta Kaisa Ho? 📺 Really good, and funny!

I find this interesting, First Things About page:

The Institute on Religion and Public Life is a 501(c)3 organization and the publisher of First Things. It was founded in 1989 by Richard John Neuhaus, a Lutheran pastor who later became a Catholic priest.

I have often felt that I am plagued by a kind of inferiority complex. I feel, however, that the inferiority complex is paradoxically related to how I regard myself too highly than I ought to do.

Currently reading: Unbowed by Wangari Maathai 📚 I thought I knew Wangari Maathai. But now I know it amounted to nothing more than that she won the Nobel Peace Prize and that she loved trees. I would have said she was an environmentalist rather than that ‘she loved trees’ but I have never thought properly of her as the enviromentalist that she in fact was. Her memoir is helping me so much. I am seeing, getting to know, and appreciate way more than I knew about Wangari Maathai. Why did I not read this book, and this sort of books, sooner?

One of the, as it seems to me, most important lessons I am learning writing online, is how to use the appropriate tone. I have noted that my tone is often too preachy and stern than is appropriate. I feel it would be much better if I sounded much more friendlier and approachable. I should perhaps investigate how one gets his tone, but I am pretty sure it is coloured heavily by the sort of thing one reads, and the sort of way one thinks about his audience. I have so much to learn. And, grow.

I think this one here is such a wonderful piece. The Long way!

Here’s a post on Substack: The hitter can never be judge

Currently reading: House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende 📚

What really is the word to describe this kind of narration style? And then to know just how much a matter is an obvious lie, yet still love and enjoy, even believe, it.

Currently watching: The House of the Spirits S1E1, Rosa the Beautiful 🍿

I feel it will be wiser to stop and read the book first. Something has always gotten in the way of my reading the book, but this time round I feel particularly hopeful.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Works and Days:

It was the deep to-day which all men scorn; the rich poverty which men hate; the populous, all-loving solitude which men quit for the tattle of towns. He lurks, he hides, — he who is success, reality, joy, and power. One of the illusions is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly until he knows that every day is Doomsday. ‘T is the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises. ’Tis the vulgar great who come dizened with gold and jewels. Real kings hide away their crowns in their wardrobes, and affect a plain and poor exterior. In the Norse legend of our ancestors, Odin dwells in a fisher’s hut and patches a boat. In the Hindoo legends, Hari dwells a peasant among peasants. In the Greek legend, Apollo lodges with the shepherds of Admetus, and Jove liked to rusticate among the poor Ethiopians. So, in our history, Jesus is born in a barn, and his twelve peers are fishermen