On Pentecost Sunday 2007 I was in a high state of emotional vulnerability. As was the case this year, Pentecost fell on the same weekend that Memorial Day was observed. I am exceedingly tenderhearted toward those who serve in the military (in sharp contrast to how I feel about war profiteers and those who start wars). Driving to church that morning I was deeply moved by the beauty of music playing on the radio. And when it came to me that the chapter I am proofing tonight had to happen I was reduced to sobbing. I remember stopping at Coors and St Joseph by Pius X school and weeping profusely. I was rather a wreck during Mass that morning too.
Tonight I can read the chapter calmly. But I find myself pausing to consider it, to share this, to offer the graphic above.
I hope to publish volume two by the end of next week (for sale a week after).