A Christmas Prayer and Benediction
On the day that holds all time together
May you be blessed
With the spirit of the season, which is peace,
The gladness of the season, which is hope,
And the heart of the season, which is love.
— Traditional Irish Christmas Blessing
Writer Saul Bellow once said, “Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.”
On this wet, wintry New York day, my heart is made warm and full and joyous because of the abundance of blessings present in my life.
Amongst these are you, dear reader.
The gift of your scarcest asset—your time—means more than you will ever know. Your reading White Noise and responding to my missives is a gift that I have not, do not, and will never take for granted.
Merry Christmas and thank you to all those that bring constant, unexpected intrusions of beauty into my life.
Except Santa Claus.
Above: Jolly man, distraught child.
Per my about page, White Noise is a work of experimentation. I view it as a sort of thinking aloud, a stress testing of my nascent ideas. Through it, I hope to sharpen my opinions against the whetstone of other people’s feedback, commentary, and input.
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With sincere gratitude,