WHO AM I?
Recently I flew from San Francisco
to Washington D.C. leaving SFO at 5 p.m. and arriving IDA at 1 a.m. I had to
catch another flight at 8 a.m. I was too cheap to spend the money for a few
hours in a hotel room. “Not enough time.” I thought. So, I spent the night in
the airport sleeping on the vinyl benches.
The whole surreal experience reminded
me of Dante’s description of one of the rings in the Purgatorio. With the dim fluorescent lighting, I couldn’t even cast
a shadow like a "shade". It put me in touch with homelessness. I
realized that a great deal of our lives are lived in these in between places
where we have to spend time - the waiting rooms of life where we are stuck
between things.
That's why I admire my wife -
she's a knitter and a resourceful, practical person. She keeps herself
occupied. Apparently knitters do not suffer the agony of waiting. She just kept click-clicking away. Knitters were not
mentioned by Dante. (But knitters should not get the "big head" they weren't mentioned in Paradisio either.) Eventually
the clicking of her needles only added to my misery.
If I feel I do not have enough
time available to accomplish any one of my very self-important tasks, I'll sit
in dull resentment. Rather than computer solitaire, I’ll apparently take sub-loathing
in Purgatory. Not in the dark. Not in the light. Not quite living. Not
quite dead. To paraphrase Chis Kristofferson, “...not quite truth, not quite
fiction a walking contradiction taking every wrong direction on his lonely way
back home.”
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