Last night, I promised myself that I would get up early (ish: not wise to shock the system too much) and do something vaguely productive instead of frittering my time away playing blog.
This, I thought, would constitute at least a minor breakthrough in my search for Meaning.
Not sure what Meaning is, of course, except that it’s one of those things Life is meant to Have, and it has to be Weighty (and probably boringly angst-ridden) to count. Which is a bit daunting, I have to admit, when my (presumably meaningless) life is very pleasant, thanks very much.
Anyway, so far so good. I rose at a time I consider acceptable. But it’s a beautiful day, and it seems downright churlish to look for boredom and angst when the bible itself promotes a much simpler and more palatable alternative:
This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.