Mortal under judgment, guilty--spare this one, O God.
Well, something like that. I am not reaching for my dictionaries or eloquent translations here, just sharing a line from the famous Sequence hymn of the traditional Requiem Mass, the Dies Irae. I had to head this in Latin, because that is the form in which I am familiar with its lines. It was the two words "homo reus" (guilty mortal) that leapt to my mind a few minutes ago.
Out the window I could see a tanker leaving a California port, with refineries in the background. Earlier today I had noted a faint brownish tinge to the sky from air pollution (so familiar to me from years in the Los Angeles basin). In a very short time I will be getting into my car to commute home. Not a long commute, but still driving my own car by myself.
Being a native Californian does not excuse me, though my commute would take much longer if I tried to pull it off with public transportation, and I suspect it would involve lots of walking too. The walking would be good for me, but with the demands on my time I do not even try to rationalize driving. I just do it.
One more willing cog in the vast machinery of U.S. oil consumption, our favorite addiction.
Mortal
Under judgment
Guilty
the BB
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
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Homo reus.
Very interesting frame of ur life you have described here :) Just one scene, but through perhaps some of the subtle deducable meanings we see how everything is intrinsically connected.
Homo reus.
:)
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