“For this reason I say to you, do not worry about your life, as to what you will put on. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing. …And which of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life’s span? If then you cannot do even a very little thing, why do you worry about other matters?”
Luke 12:22 – 23, 25-26
Yesterday in my bath I saw a small speck of something floating in the water near the bottom of the bathtub. I reached down, trying to catch it, but every time my hand got close to the black speck it floated away. When I reached under it it hovered above my palm until I closed my fingers; then it floated inexorably, gently, out of my grasp. If I swiftly grabbed at it, the speck shot away faster than I could compensate for. If I held it in my palm and raised my hand out of the water, it slid off with the last few droplets. Each attempt I made at capturing the speck proved futile; it vanished with the swirling water as I emptied the tub.
This describes how Calculus and I relate.
In Not Quite Newsworthy today: cyberchondria, Taliban Burt, and a magical cog psych machine.
– KF –