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Date: 15 June 2005 16:30:46
Think it was over at http://www.gapingvoid.com/ that I read something about how things seem to fall into your lap pretty soon after you let go of them. This, of course, would be obvious if you were sitting down and the "thing/s" were a physical entity and you were at that time on the planet known as Earth and there hadn't been an, admittedly unlikely, ceasefire in the ageless battle between gravity and space. Usually though, it's not the physical things we hold onto most tightly, not unless you're really desperate to impress the besuited & booted bright-young-things in the church of capitalism. Often it's the small glimmer of a hope of maybe, perhaps, one day, being able to do something which you think is worthwhile, valuable and will maybe provoke you and your fellow humans into thinking more deeply about what the hell were all doing here. It's not at all the hopelessness which causes the agony, I can live with that. It's the tiny bit of hope which is dangerous. So, no sooner has the desire to finish the PhD been, if not killed, then subject to short/mid-term hospitalisation, then the postman (this is not sexist, our postman is fine gent called Kevin) brings a letter asking me if I'd like to do a book review or two for a (reasonably) prestigious academic theology journal. Gulp! No sooner do you let go of stuff then it falls into your lap. But would it fall into your lap if you didn't try and hold it in the first place? Go figure.