It was heritage day today, in the Redeemer niche, Reformation day in the larger world and of course in the larger world Halloween (barring parts of Scotland).



The field of grey hovered in the hallowed (or Halloween) hallways supported by the stalks of human planted firmly in autumnal footwear. The coats. puffed like pumpkins shuffled about. The stories amongst these folk are fascinating, the ones they tell and the ones they tell themselves – even more when the two overlap. Dr. Bowen set this into focus through her concern with how stories tell truth. She touched on this in her address to the grandparents.
And all this on a day steeped in stories and colour and creativity – and the millions of ghosts and witches to show us that conformity is still alive and well. Some are better readers than others.

I am slowly gleaning over my copy of Derrida's Donner la Mort; I haven't read it since he died and the fact of his death makes the book ring in a different way -- like a slow and deep church bell wobbling along stone walls, over stone streets and disseminating over an open empty courtyard.

What an incredible gloss on Fear and Trembling:

“The knight of faith must not hesitate. He accepts his responsibility by heading off towards the absolute request of the other, beyond knowledge. He decides, but his absolute decision is neither guided nor controlled by knowledge. . . . It structurally breaches knowledge and is thus destined to nonmanifestation; a decision is, in the end, always secret.”

It’s a shame to have to break it into propositions for the sake of a class presentation.

Ελπισεος begins.