day of reckoning

Yesterday was the day of reckoning for my fiscal year.  Today is a day of reckoning in history for a huge number of people, so many it's beyond reckoning.  I read that there are more people living today than lived in entire recorded history.  That's a lot to think about. Whose eye is on the sparrow?  Well, yours, mine, and others', and we live in daily reckoning of each other.  That's also a lot, too much, to think about.  There's a hymn I partly remember because it seems to me to posit a science fiction world. 

"Every star shall sing a carol."  Something like that.  Ones with oxygen, anyway, and creatures to sing.  I just read in the paper yesterday that "they" have discovered a planet that might support an approximation of the kind of life as we know it on our planet Earth.  It's about 500  light years away.  That's a lot to think about.  Mind-boggling.

Anyway, this hymn goes on, as I remember, to a kind of acceptance: "God above, man below/Holy is the name I know." I think it's an acceptance of responsibility.  I am the eye. I am also the sparrow.  So are you, all of us. Above and below.  Inside and outside. 

And the day of reckoning is now, every day.  

Have a good one.

 

life and taxes

Time flies when you're busy.  Too busy.  Yesterday I was up to my eyeballs preparing to meet my Maker, that is, my accountant, for my Day Of Reckoning.  The best thing about doing your taxes is that you don't have to do them again for a year.  

I know the expression about the inexorability of time/fate and all that is "death and taxes", supposedly unavoidable for everyone.  But it's life that runs in my head as I gather up the past 365 days, life and memories and sins of omission and commission and forgotten obligations and here and there, a few satisfactions for something well done.  Time does not fly, it does not. Suddenly I was remembering something that happened last spring and it seems like forever ago.  That can't have been just ten months ago.  I guess shovelling up all the paper brings with it a clearing out of memories.  

Ah, the dumpster of the mind!  Tomorrow I'll start scavenging again.