Essays in Idleness

A message to my beloved, yet much abused, readers. It appears that I have not died, and am not dying, and that once again, I will recover, with only a partial loss of my faculties, such as they are. Several of my brain functions, including those which make possible the ability to type (at least slowly), now begin to return; so I think I may have to abandon my dramatic conceits.

It is Pentecost, once again, in this world; the feast of tongues, at which the Holy Spirit descended upon the Apostles, in the sound of wind rushing through the crowds of pilgrims gathered in Jerusalem. On balance, though sometimes rather fussed, I am glad to be still down here, and still to be in service to my Risen Lord. Curiously, however, “near-death experiences” may make it possible to maintain puzzled ambiguity on this.