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April 15, 2005 |
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The Chaplain's Corner T. S. Eliot wasn't thinking of the academic community when he penned the opening lines of his epic poem, "The Waste Land," but he could have been: "April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain." Memory and desire -- each is a blessing. A mutation of the former, however, is nostalgia, an idealization of some past that never really existed. An excess of the latter spawns the deadly notion that my life will have meaning and value only when the desired person, career or object is finally mine. Dwelling only in memory or desire robs the present of its worth. Each moment is unique, never to be repeated. Carpe diem, "Seize the day," has become something of a cliché. As with many such, it contains a kernel of truth. Past and future are in God's hands. The present is just that -- a present. Unwrap and enjoy it. It is yours, but for a moment. |
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