Welcome to my commonplace blog

The goal of this blog is to preserve a few ideas and quotes from books I read. In the old days when books were not so readily available, people kept "commonplace books" where they copied choice passages they wanted to be able to remember and perhaps reuse. The idea got picked up by V.F.D. and it's common knowledge that most of that organization's volunteers have kept commonplace books, and so have Laura and I.

I'm sure there are many other Internet sites and blogs dedicated to the same idea. But this one is mine. Feel free to look around and leave comments, but not spam.

30 December 2010

Moominland Midwinter (Tove Jansson)

Another very interesting book. Moomintroll and Little My are awake, while everyone else is still hibernating, so they experience winter for the first time. They're surprised to find out that a lot goes on during the winter. The stories revolve around the wise and mysterious Too-ticky and the good but overbearing Hemulen, who plays the French horn and teaches everyone to how to ski. The Groke makes a brief appearance. Together they learn to share and care for the more vulnerable creatures, and about the harsh beauty of winter.


Quotes:

"One has to discover everything for oneself, and get over it all alone." (Too-ticky)

28 December 2010

Moby Dick (Herman Melville)

This is my second reading of Moby Dick; the first one was many years ago. All i can say is: wow!

This is a book that can be read many times without losing anything. Although i do think Melville puts a little bit too much filler at times, most of it is simply amazing good writing. Bold, muscular, shocking at times. The guy was good. This is a long book, but by the time you get to the point where Ahab spots Moby Dick (‘There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!’) you feel like you've had a good meal.


Quotes:

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos* get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
* hypochondria

But Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.

he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married; meaning, in his country’s phrase, that we were bosom friends; he would gladly die for me, if need should be

I was a good Christian; born and bred in the bosom of the infallible Presbyterian Church.

But what is worship? thought I. Do you suppose now, Ishmael, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth—pagans and all included—can possibly be jealous of an insignificant bit of black wood? Impossible! But what is worship?—to do the will of God?— that is worship. And what is the will of God?—to do to my fellow man what I would have my fellow man to do to me— that is the will of God. [...] Now, Queequeg is my fellow man. And what do I wish that this Queequeg would do to me? Why, unite with me in my particular Presbyterian form of worship. Consequently, I must then unite with him in his; ergo, I must turn idolator.

Now, Bildad, like Peleg, and indeed many other Nantucketers, was a Quaker, the island having been originally settled by that sect; and to this day its inhabitants in general retain in an uncommon measure the peculiarities of the Quaker, only variously and anomalously modified by things altogether alien and heterogeneous. For some of these same Quakers are the most sanguinary of all sailors and whalehunters. They are fighting Quakers; they are Quakers with a vengeance.

For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness. Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.

Heaven have mercy on us all—Presbyterians and Pagans alike—for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

Now, as I before hinted, I have no objection to any person’s religion, be it what it may, so long as that person does not kill or insult any other person, because that other person don’t believe it also.

hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans

‘I mean, sir, the same ancient Catholic Church to which you and I, and Captain Peleg there, and Queequeg here, and all of us, and every mother’s son and soul of us belong; the great and everlasting First Congregation of this whole worshipping world; we all belong to that; only some of us cherish some crotchets noways touching the grand belief; in that we all join hands.’

Luck to ye, Starbuck—luck to ye, Mr. Stubb—luck to ye, Mr. Flask—good-bye, and good luck to ye all—and this day three years I’ll have a hot supper smoking for ye in old Nantucket. Hurrah and away!

Don’t whale it too much a’ Lord’s days, men; but don’t miss a fair chance either, that’s rejecting Heaven’s good gifts.

‘I will have no man in my boat,’ said Starbuck, ‘who is not afraid of a whale.’

They were bent on profitable cruises, the profit to be counted down in dollars from the mint. He was intent on an audacious, immitigable, and supernatural revenge.

‘There she blows! there! there! there! she blows! she blows!’ ‘Where-away?’ ‘On the lee-beam, about two miles off! a school of them!’

There, then, he sat, the sign and symbol of a man without faith, hopelessly holding up hope in the midst of despair.

THERE are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody’s expense but his own.

A large whale’s case generally yields about five hundred gallons of sperm[acetti oil].

But pity there was none. For all his old age, and his one arm, and his blind eyes, he must die the death and be murdered, in order to light the gay bridals and other merry-makings of men, and also to illuminate the solemn churches that preach unconditional inoffensiveness by all to all.

Thou shalt see my back parts, my tail, he seems to say, but my face shall not be seen. But I cannot completely make out his back parts; and hint what he will about his face, I say again he has no face.

Now, in general, Stick to the boat, is your true motto in whaling; but cases will sometimes happen when Leap from the boat, is still better.

Was it that this old carpenter had been a life-long wanderer, whose much rolling, to and fro, not only had gathered no moss; but what is more, had rubbed off whatever small outward clingings might have originally pertained to him?

‘Thou hast outraged, not insulted me, sir; but for that I ask thee not to beware of Starbuck; thou wouldst but laugh; but let Ahab beware of Ahab; beware of thyself, old man.’

Thou should’st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can’st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou canst not go mad?

‘Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli!’* deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood.

‘There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!’

Ahab never thinks; he only feels, feels, feels; that’s tingling enough for mortal man! to think’s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.

On the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.

23 December 2010

The Rule of St Benedict

There seems to be renewed interest in monasticism, from Shane Claiborne to the book Anathem which i liked so much. The Rule of St Benedict is perhaps the most successful attempt to put all the rules of monasticism together in a book. It's fascinating at times, sometimes predictable, sometimes surprising. A good read.


Quotes:

Listen!

The abbot must be led to understand that any lack of good in his monks will be held as his fault.

Whenever an important matter is to be undertaken in the monastery the abbot should call the entire community together.

Individual desires have no place in the monastery and neither inside nor outside the walls should anyone presume to argue with the abbot.

The first degree of humility is prompt obedience.

Our prayer must be heartfelt and to the point. Only a divine inspiration should lengthen it. The prayer of the assembled community should be short.

Above all, he must have humility. If he has nothing to give, his response (to the request) should be a good word for, “A good word is better than the best gift”

The vice of private ownership must be uprooted from the monastery. No one, without the abbot’s permission, shall dare give, receive or keep anything—not book, tablet or pen—nothing at all. Monks have neither free will nor free body, but must receive all they need from the abbot.

The sick should be permitted baths as often as necessary, but the healthy and especially all young are to bathe rarely.

We read that wine is not for monks, but in our times they cannot accept this. Let us therefore agree on this limit at least, lest we satiate ourselves with drink.

Idleness is an enemy of the soul. Therefore, the brothers should be occupied according to schedule in either manual labor or holy reading.

All guests to the monastery should be welcomed as Christ, because He will say, “I was a stranger, and you took me in” [...] with bowed head and a prostrate body all shall honor in the guests the person of Christ. For it is Christ who is really being received.

No one may associate or converse with guests unless ordered. If one meets or sees a guest, he is to greet him with humility as we have said, and ask a blessing. If the guest speaks, the brother is to pass on, telling the guest that he is not permitted to speak.

so that this vice of private ownership may be cut away at the roots, the abbot is to furnish all necessities: cowl, tunic, shoes, stockings, belt, knife, pen, needle, towel and writing tablet. With these, any excuse for need will be vanquished.

Admission to the religious life should not be made easy for newcomers.
[...]
Should the petitioner continue knocking [on the gate], and if he shows patience and persists in his petition for several days despite harsh treatment and reluctance to admit him, he shall be permitted lodging in a guest room.

We who are slothful, bad living and careless should be ashamed. Whoever you are, if you wish to follow the path to God, make use of this little Rule for beginners. Thus at length you will come to the heights of doctrine and virtue under God’s guidance. Amen!

18 December 2010

Moominpappa at Sea (Tove Jansson)

Another deep and touching book, at points disturbing, but with a warm ending. Moominpappa makes another impetuous decision and this time it almost breaks the family apart. Moomintroll and the Groke reluctantly become friends, and everything changes.


17 December 2010

Putting Away Childish Things: A Tale of Modern Faith (Marcus J. Borg)

Marcus Borg's first novel, probably won't be the book he's best known for, but heck, it's a nice one. He thinks of it as a didactic novel, and that's what it is. The story is interesting, and it's all about professors, students and academia, but he seems to use more ink recording the classroom lectures and discussions, than the story itself. No problem, it's all good. All very interesting. And cheaper than going to college.


Quotes:

“Well, as a country, we are the empire of our time, the Rome of our time—and we go around pretending that we’re Jesus.”

[...] distracted, she sat down on the table in the front of the room and said, “I heard on public radio today that the number two cause of death among people under thirty-five in our country is narcotic painkillers. Prescription drugs, not illegal drugs. I think that’s an interesting and sobering comment about our time—what is it that leads young people to overdose on painkillers?” I don’t know, thought Erin. I could think of a few reasons [...]

The heaven unexpected came, To lives that thought their worshipping A too presumptuous psalm.


When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver - When Death Comes


stories can be important, meaningful, truth-filled, and truthful without being factual

Thomas Mann: a myth is a story about the way things never were, but always are.

Suppose we knew that Paul was really, and strongly, against homosexuality—that he was convinced that it’s sinful, and that it really mattered to him. Just suppose that for a moment. Now, a question: Would it be okay to say Paul was wrong about that? Would it be hard for you to do that?

there are some unnecessary intellectual stumbling blocks to being Christian—like needing to believe that the Bible is inerrant and that we are to interpret it literally and factually, or that really big miracles happened in biblical times, or that the earth is only ten thousand years old. The way I see things means that those obstacles are gone, and then the real meaning of Christianity emerges.

Virtually all mainstream scholars of the gospels agree on two matters that are important to many people.
First, “exalted” language about who Jesus was does not go back to Jesus himself. Familiar words and phrases like “Son of God,” “Messiah,” “Lord,” “Light of the World,” “Bread of Life,” and so forth are the testimony and witness of early Christians—this is who Jesus was for them. But this language does not go back to Jesus; he didn’t talk about himself this way.
Second, the saving significance of Jesus's death is a post-Easter development.

Fredrika added, “And one more thing. You know that biblical phrase, ‘Fear not,’ ‘Do not be afraid’? Somebody told me that it occurs 365 times in the Bible—one for each day of the year.

“The opposite of faith as trust,” Niebuhr says, “is anxiety. Think about that for a moment—the opposite of faith as trust is not doubt or skepticism or unbelief, but anxiety, worry, and fear.

As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and water bears them,
as hawks rest upon air
and air sustains them;
so would I learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,
knowing no effort earns
that all-surrounding grace.
(Denise Levertov - The Avowal)

Listen to your life. Listen to what happens to you because it is through that happens to you that God speaks... It's in language that is not always easy to decipher, but it's there, powerfully, memorably, unforgettably. (Frederick Buechner)

04 December 2010

The Long Secret (Louise Fitzhugh)

A beautiful and beautifully written book. The characters are wonderfully developed, thoughtful, relevant. As good, maybe better than Harriet The Spy. I wish she had written more.


Quotes:

JESUS HATES YOU

“Daddy?” Harriet said after a while. “Yes?” said Mr. Welsch. “Are you religious?”

“Frankly I don’t cotton to fanatics of any description. They tend to think the end justifies the means, always. I’ve never seen a fanatic that didn’t think that, and that’s just stupid.” Mr. Welsch appeared to be getting very heated. “How can it? When there never are any ends … everything goes on and on … so it remains that we are all means.

“I,” said Janie, “don’t understand how you can be so curious about people. I mean, elements or why certain things do certain things, I can understand—but people. People are just silly. Look at the mess they make of their lives. You can’t ever depend on them.”

Jessie Mae sat down with a bump. “You mean you don’t think there’s another one?” she gasped out. “Even if there is, Jessie, why does this one have to be so bad?” The Preacher asked calmly.

“Religion is a tool, Jessie, just like a tractor or a shovel or a pitchfork. It is a tool to get through life with. And if it works, it is a good tool. And if it don’t work, it is a bad tool. Now, for my people there it don’t work.”

“You have no talent. Believe me, we would have heard by now if you had. At your age Michelangelo had painted the Sistine Chapel.”

“Shy people are angry people.”

26 November 2010

Harriet The Spy (Louise Fitzhugh)

Wow, a classic. How did i miss this before?

A smart 11-year-old girl tries to come to terms with the awesome/awful power of the written word and the unintelligible world of grown-ups.


23 November 2010

The Craftsman (Prof. Richard Sennett)


A slow book. An excellent meditation on the relationship of humans, culture and matter (things), through an analysis of craftsmanship.

Quotes:

Making is Thinking.

I make two contentious arguments: first, that all skills, even the most abstract, begin as bodily practices; second, that technical understanding develops through the powers of imagination.

We are more likely to fail as craftsmen, I argue, due to our inability to organize obsession than because of our lack of ability.

Craftsmanship is certainly, from an ethical point of view, ambiguous. Robert Oppenheimer was a committed craftsman; he pushed his technical skills to the limit to make the best bomb he could.

Material culture provides in sum a picture of what human beings are capable of making. This seemingly limitless view is bounded by self-inflicted harm whether occurring innocently, by intent, or by accident. Retreat into spiritual values is unlikely to furnish much help in coping with Pandora. Nature might be a better guide, if we understand our own labors as part of its being.

about ten thousand hours of experience are required to produce a master carpenter or musician

"Sing clear-voiced Muse, of Hephaestus famed for skill. With bright-eyed Athena he taught men glorious crafts throughout the world-men who before used to dwell in caves in the mountains like wild beasts. But now that they have learned crafts through Hephaestus famous for his art they live a peaceful life in their own houses the whole year round."

Plato observed that although "craftsmen are all poets ... they are not called poets, they have other names."

the experimental rhythm of problem solving and problem finding makes the ancient potter and the modern programmer members of the same tribe.

skill is a trained practice

The medieval craftsman's authority rested on the fact that he was a Christian. Early Christianity had from its origins embraced the dignity of the craftsman. It mattered to theologians and laymen alike that Christ was the son of a carpenter

In terms of practice, there is no art without craft; the idea for a painting is not a painting.

In the late sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries European children first began to enjoy an abundance of toys.

The recipe for making a steam engine became entirely codifiable by 1823 in documents; the master-and Watt himself behaved like a Stradivari of engineering-no longer had secrets to keep.

In the nineteenth-century steel industry, skilled artisans faced two potential futures because of technological change: deskilling or dismissal.

a kindred problem was faced in 1995 by programmers displaced from working on mainframe machines to personal computers and gaming devices. The norms of the workplace rather than computation formed the difficulty of change.

From the origins of classical civilization, craftsmen have suffered mistreatment. What has kept them going humanly is belief in their work and their involvement with its materials.

The hand is the window on to the mind.

One of the myths that surround technique is that people who develop it to a high level must have unusual bodies to begin with. As concerns the hand, this is not quite true.

The calluses developed by people who use their hands professionally constitute a particular case of localized touch. In principle the thickened layer of skin should deaden touch; in practice, the reverse occurs.

Diminishing the fear of making mistakes is all-important in our art, since the musician on stage can't stop, paralyzed, if she or he makes a mistake.

Still, in chopping food, as in sounding chords, the base line of physical control, the starting point, is the calculation and application of minimum force.

in 1400 knife fights might have been a normal event at a supper party but that by 1600 these eruptions were frowned on

The apprentice is often expected to absorb the master's lesson by osmosis; the master's demonstration shows an act successfully performed, and the apprentice has to figure out what turned the key in the lock. Learning by demonstration puts the burden on the apprentice; it further assumes that direct imitation can occur. To be sure, the process often works, but equally often it fails.

When I've taught writing, I've thus asked my students to rewrite the printed instructions that accompany new software. Perfectly accurate, these nefarious publications are often unintelligible.

To expand her readers' horizons, Julia Child wrote down procedures she learned professionally in Paris as a young woman. She reimagined these procedures for the foreign novice; crossing that cultural divide prompted her to transform the denotative recipe. [...] Child's recipe reads quite differently than Olney's precise direction because her story is structured around empathy for the cook; she focuses on the human protagonist rather than on the bird.

The patience of a craftsman can thus be defined as: the temporary suspension of the desire for closure.

working with resistance is the key to survival

Whereas Corbusier relegated streets to traffic functions, the ground plane represented to Van Eyck the realm in which people "learn" cities. The placement of benches and bollards, the height of stepping-stones, the ill-defined separations of sand, grass, and water are all tools in that learning, an education in ambiguity.

Improvisation occurs in workshops, offices, and laboratories as much as on streets. As in jazz, other forms of improvisation involve skills that can be developed and improved. Anticipation can be strengthened; people can become better at negotiating borders and edges; they can become more selective about the elements they choose to vary.

We share in common and in roughly equal measure the raw abilities that allow us to become good craftsmen; it is the motivation and aspiration for quality that takes people along different paths in their lives. Social conditions shape these motivations.

What most stimulated workers to achieve higher productivity, Mayo found, was simply being noticed as human beings.

the experienced doctor thinks in larger units of time, not just backward to cases in the past but, more interestingly, forward, trying to see into the patient's indeterminate future

Nothing ever feels good enough to the person measuring who he or she is against who he or she should be.

The craftsman's focus on concrete objects or procedures runs contrary, moreover, to the narcissist's complaint, "If only I could."

The good craftsman understands the importance of the sketch-that is, not knowing quite what you are about when you begin.

The good craftsman learns when it is time to stop.

Perhaps the greatest difference between Loos and Wittgenstein was that Adolph Loos possessed a work story; each building project was like a chapter in his life. Wittgenstein lacked a narrative of that sort; when his all-or-nothing gamble disappointed, he never built another house.

In old English a "career" meant a well-laid road, whereas a "job" meant simply a lump of coal or pile of wood that could be moved around at will.

people are meant to deploy a portfolio of skills rather than nurture a single ability in the course of their working histories; this succession of projects or tasks erodes belief that one is meant to do just one thing well

I've kept for the end of this book its most controversial proposal: that nearly anyone can become a good craftsman.

No one could deny that people are born or become unequal. But inequality is not the most important fact about human beings. Our species' ability to make things reveals more what we share.

when utility rules, adults lose something essential in the capacity to think; they lose the free curiosity that occurs in the open, felt-fingering space of play

The innate abilities on which craftsmanship is based are not exceptional; they are shared in common by the large majority of human beings and in roughly equal measure. [...] Three basic abilities are the foundation of craftsmanship. These are the ability to localize, to question, and to open up.

The person with an IQ score of 100 is not much different in ability than the person with a score of 115, but the 115 is much more likely to attract notice. There's a devil's answer to this question: inflating small differences in degree into large differences in kind legitimates the system of privilege.

The capacity to work well is shared fairly equally among human beings; it appears first in play, is elaborated in the capacities to localize, question, and open up problems at work. The Enlightenment hoped that learning to do good work would make human beings more capable of self-governance.

"Both work and play are equally free and intrinsically motivated, apart from false economic conditions which tend to make play into idle excitement for the well to do, and work into uncongenial labor for the poor. Work is psychologically simply an activity which consciously includes regard for consequences as part of itself; it becomes constrained labor when the consequences are outside of the activity, as an end to which activity is merely a means. Work which remains permeated with the play attitude is art." (Dewey)

Good craftsmanship implies socialism.

Arendt's reproach to democracy is that it demands too much of ordinary human beings; it might be better said of modern democracy that it demands too little. Its institutions and tools of communication do not draw on and develop the competences that most people can evince in work.

22 November 2010

Confessions of a Slacker Mom (Muffy Mead-Ferro)

This was a slower read than i had expected, but still, it's funny and easy to agree with. Equal parts of common-sense and here's-how-we-did-it-at-the-cow-farm-ery.

It takes a village to raise a child. Don't have a village? Hire one!
The world is not childproof.
Love your children and trust your instincts.
The main reason children are not disciplined, is because it's inconvenient.


Quotes:

I do hope it'll give you enough to mull over that the next time you hear from some magazine, TV show, friend or in-law about the latest thing that you, as a parent, are supposed to do or buy, you'll pause. And if you hear your inner voice saying something like "yuck," you'll listen.

21 November 2010

Sum: Forty Tales From The Afterlives (David Eagleman)

I started reading this on a recommendation i found in Derek Sivers' blog. It's really not about the "afterlife", but a series of meditations on what makes our lives worth, through the device of imaginary "afterlives". Each chapter then is a sketch, or story idea, which could have been developed into a book. Some of them are brilliant, others not quite so, but overall, the effect is kaleidoscopic.


Quotes:

The missing crowds make you lonely.

The Communists are baffled and irritated, because they have finally achieved their perfect society, but only by the help of a God in whom they don't want to believe. The meritocrats are abashed that they're stuck for eternity in an incentiveless system with a bunch of pinkos. The conservatives have no penniless to disparage; the liberals have no downtrodden to promote. So God sits on the edge of Her bed and weeps at night, because the only thing everyone can agree upon is that they're all in Hell.

In the afterlife you relive all your experiences, but this time with the events reshuffled into a new order: all the moments that share a quality are grouped together.

you cannot appreciate the destination without knowing the starting point; you cannot revel in the simplicity unless you remember the alternatives

you discover that God's favorite book is Shelley's Frankenstein

He tried to make good things come to good people, and bad to bad, but He didn't have the technology to implement it.

Both sides were supplied with weapons ranging from sarcasm to tanks.

They don't guess that we have no answers for them. They don't guess that our main priority is to answer these questions for ourselves.

“It is not the brave who can handle the big face, it is the brave who can handle its absence.”

“The Company offered you no evidence that it would work; why did you believe them?” Although He doesn't say it, everyone knows what He's thinking when He retires to His bed at night: that one of His best gifts—the ability to have faith in an unseen hereafter—has backfired.

Without the benefit of filtration, you see yourself clearly for the first time. And that is what finally kills you.

In truth, God lives a life very much like ours—we were created not only in His image but in His social situation as well.

At the beginning of the computer era, people died with passwords in their heads and no one could access their files. When access to these files was critical, companies could grind to a halt. That's when programmers invented death switches.

they come to realize that the name that existed on Earth, the you that moved serially through these different identities, was like a bundle of sticks from different trees. They come to understand, with awe, the complexity of the compound identity that existed on the Earth.

There is always disputed territory. It is the interaction within this substantial administration that determines the random walk of the world: everything interesting happens at the borders between domains of power.

This is how the world will close, not with a bang but a yawn: sleepy and contented, our own falling eyelids serving as the curtain for the play's end.

He realizes that everyone is knocking over dominoes willy-nilly: no one knows where it leads.

In the afterlife, in the warm company of His accidental subjects, God now settles in comfortably, like a grandfather who looks down the long holiday table at his progeny, feeling proud, somehow responsible, and a little surprised.

In the afterlife you meet God. To your surprise and delight, She is like no god that humans have conceived. She shares qualities with all religions’ descriptions, but commands a deific grandeur that was captured in the net of none. She is the elephant described by blind men: all partial descriptions with no understanding of the whole.

If you assumed that God is fond of those who hold loyally to their religions, you were right—but probably for the wrong reasons. She likes them only because they are intellectually nonadven-turous and will be sure to get the answer just a bit wrong.