Listening to Mahler's Second this evening, with Todd and Joshana, there was a moment I thought: "I know it's supposed to be glorious and life-affirming, but I just don't believe it. Don't believe in the Final Judgment, don't believe in the supernatural. So I'll always miss some of that grandeur."
But then the choir swelled, the tam-tams burst, and everything soared, and by God, I believed, I believed! Nothing is lost! Everything that lives will live again!
I turned smiling to Joshana. She was smiling too.
Todd also accused me of blogging about nothing but dualism. I suppose that's fair, though strange, as I don't feel particularly committed to either materialism or dualism. I do think many materialists dismiss dualist arguments too flippantly. Todd jokingly suggests I go after a philosophy Ph.D. If only he knew how jejune my commentary is.
I do believe that's the first time I've ever used the word "jejune." Those word of the day calendars are paying off. Now if I can just find an opportunity to drop "sitzmark."