In our village, folks say that God crumbles up the old moon into stars.

Alexander Solzhenitsyn, in One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich

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Do you want to locate yourself in time and space, against the vast history of the earth and the not-as-long-history of the human being on earth?

If “yes” is your answer, look at Solshenitsyn’s words and think about beauty and belief.  

To do so is a simple task.

In Solshensitsyn’s fourteen words we find both beauty and belief.  He evokes beauty in the image of stars as crumbled remnants of the old moon … and he evokes belief by referring to God and his report that those in his village, doubtless – a small and insignificant junction of no particular marvel by the world’s gaudy, urban, whiz-bang “standards” (such as they are), people believed.

“So,” you might say, “what does that say about me?

My response: “We put televisions on the wall where paintings once were hung.”

‘Nuf said.

Shalom.

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