First Course of Lamb

Knee deep in a book given me by my new brother, I am cooking transformatively and philosophizing like I did my last semester in Tyson's class. This is not a book for the lighthearted. While most of the progress I've made the past few days has been accomplished waiting at one of our many state governmental offices (DMV, car title, social security... aaah the reality of the name change), the author ever-so-convivially transcribes your preconceived notions. At the beginning of chapter 10, he acknowledged something I had been feeling: "If you are still with me at this point, it can only be because you are a serious drinker of being: a man who will walk back ten paces to smell privet in bloom; a woman who loves to rap sound turnips with her knuckles." Prey tell, how did you know I enjoy a good turnip overture?

While I plan to divulge a bit more later, for now take this...

     "Creation is God's living room, the place where He sits down and relishes the exquisite taste of His decoration. Things, therefore, as things, are inseparable from God, as God. Separate the secular from the sacred, and the world becomes an idol shrouded in interpretations; creation becomes too meaningful to make love to. As religion devoured life for the pagan, so significance consumes the world of the secularist. Delectability goes by the boards, dullness reigns and earth becomes a sitting duck for confidence men and tin-fiddle manufacturers of all sorts. Poor earth, poor stars, poor flesh. Without a Giver, they never become themselves."