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I seem to do too much of this: Killing time.
Seems a terribly cruel thing to do: kill it. I mean, what did it ever do to me? It just passes, very predictably, very regularly, very orderly. And for some reason I spend so much time murdering it. I've got another twenty before class starts, so thought I should stop in.
On my drive to the campus, I passed a dying squirrel in the road. I had my digital camera in my pocket, but thank God it didn't even cross my mind for an instant that it might make a compelling picture to accompany this story! Anyway, I thought it was a piece of plastic or something flapping, but as I drew closer, could see it was, in fact, the tail of a the squirrel, twitching all over. Someone had driven their car over it's head, crushing it, and the body was spazzing out in the aftermath. I can only hope the thing was in such shock or already pretty much dead and the twitching was merely reflexive.
At any rate, I thought, well, here's an omen to start the semester! Then again, maybe it can only get better from here. Try to always look on the positive side. One other thing i noticed is that I had a reflex myself, which was to make the Sign of the Cross. I've always done it for dead animals in the road, which is weird because they don't have souls and don't need God's mercy, so the habit of crossing myself when I see dead animals doesn't seem particularly motivated with any rational intention. But it makes me wonder about all the times and things I don't cross myself over. If I really sit with myself and think about the devotion, there's important meaning in it that I don't really consider when I'm just reacting to seeing dead animals in the road.
I guess I need to pay more attention to these things.
Seems a terribly cruel thing to do: kill it. I mean, what did it ever do to me? It just passes, very predictably, very regularly, very orderly. And for some reason I spend so much time murdering it. I've got another twenty before class starts, so thought I should stop in.
On my drive to the campus, I passed a dying squirrel in the road. I had my digital camera in my pocket, but thank God it didn't even cross my mind for an instant that it might make a compelling picture to accompany this story! Anyway, I thought it was a piece of plastic or something flapping, but as I drew closer, could see it was, in fact, the tail of a the squirrel, twitching all over. Someone had driven their car over it's head, crushing it, and the body was spazzing out in the aftermath. I can only hope the thing was in such shock or already pretty much dead and the twitching was merely reflexive.
At any rate, I thought, well, here's an omen to start the semester! Then again, maybe it can only get better from here. Try to always look on the positive side. One other thing i noticed is that I had a reflex myself, which was to make the Sign of the Cross. I've always done it for dead animals in the road, which is weird because they don't have souls and don't need God's mercy, so the habit of crossing myself when I see dead animals doesn't seem particularly motivated with any rational intention. But it makes me wonder about all the times and things I don't cross myself over. If I really sit with myself and think about the devotion, there's important meaning in it that I don't really consider when I'm just reacting to seeing dead animals in the road.
I guess I need to pay more attention to these things.