I probably should continue to write about the turmoil in the Middle East, but my heart isn't in it. Today, I spent several hours in one of the most magnificent structures I've ever visited -- St Mary's Seminary in Baltimore. We're talking about impressive art, incredibly long hallways, a statue of the Virgin that looks really spooky at night, and an exquisite chapel (which I admired from the entrance.)
I had gone to St. Mary's to consult some rare books about my favorite girl
. What a wonderful library! Y'know those massive, over-stuffed, ultra-ultra-ultra
-soft leather chairs -- the kind you might see in some veddy exclusive British club where a waiter hands you port and the Sunday Times? My capacious hindquarters spent the day parked in one of those.
All in all, this was a very civilized way to spend the day. St. Mary's had me thinking that I'd make a good priest -- if I could just, y'know, get past the bit about having to believe in the supernatural.
Then I came back home, turned on the 'puter -- and guess what? The world keeps finding new routes to Hell.
Must we always think about such things?
That story will make your eyes moisten. It may even have you believing in the supernatural.