They seem to be getting it together.
Sunrise – 6:39
Sun other thing – 17:08.
The Curial Ave Maria Bell – 17:30.
Here’s the cool thing. I was alone in the sacristy at The Parish™ at 17:37 and the Ave Maria rang. I only caught part.
When I was walking home, I was passing the English College, next to which I lived for a long time. The Ave Maria sounded at 18:29! The half hour sounded a moment later. This is NEW for the College. I used to have an apartment directly across from their bell tower. BELIEVE ME. I know when those bells rang.
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And now for some completely different “walking together”.
Make one or two substitutions and… that pretty much sums it up.
I walked over to Ghetto today.
Looks awful. Tuna.. capers… hot oil… cold Sauvignon.
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Father, how do you tell time? Time will tell.
Perhaps the Federated Computer and ham network have spun up a fault-tolerant highly-available network of stratum 0 NTP servers. A question of doctrine: do Catholics believe in leap seconds? Do flat-earthers? We should consider whether Science can push us around and tell us what to do with our algorithms, oscillating crystals, and decaying isotopes!!.
In my contemplations of eternity, and Purgatory and angels, things certainly too marvelous for me, but doesn’t St. Thomas Aquinas tell us that the experience of time is real different for angels, for Purgatorians, and for the Holy Trinity?
I live in a stasis time-bubble that is free of DST, and may already be slogging through Purgatory at the time of this posting. My epistemology fails utterly at this juncture.
My phone has been trained to summon Mother Angelica’s voice and prayers twice each day but once on Saturdays. I must confess that the tolling of the bell startles me, more often than not, in these latter days.
Happy Hallows!