El Burrito Perfecto
Saturday with a gentle rain. For the past two or three days it has rained off and on. Meteorologists describe a heat dome parked over the midwest, circulating humidity, moisture-laden air, elevated heat, interfacing with cooler flows, thus rain and sometimes high winds. So, plans are adjusted to the prevailing outdoor conditions; I lingered at Starbucks to finish a persuasive essay by David Bentley Hart. I didn’t want to put the piece down as the masterful writing described a view of materialist determinism, the infinite regress, “turtles all the way down.”
And that was not all, Hart also vividly rendered the classical transcendentalist view of “reality” aligning with moral agency, that inner, personal, silent dialog that I have with myself. You know that cascading exercise of judgment from the quality of an omelette or a burrito to the compelling presence of a painting displayed on the gallery wall of Water Street Studios. A stiff asking price, but I must have that painting…
From a burrito to painting in pastels I am being addressed by the cosmos… A training of sorts in good and evil.
Two angles of view of our shared human experience.
I think both happen to be true.
How about a tune? This works! Roar by Katy Perry.
Like Thunder!
*Header image: Veggie Burrito by Alyssa Deabenderfer
