January 10, 2006

Conversation

I remember on the front edge of my diaconate hearing a monk who was rather taken with himself say that fiddler crabs were created simply to glorify God. I was not especially impressed, thinking that there’s plenty of creation available to accomplish that task without those goofy-looking little beasts racing across beaches in what seems utter mayhem.

We’ve never been invaded in the uplands here by fiddler crabs, but the plethora of squirrels will serve just as well. I’ve never documented their seasonal schedules, but there right now seems a superabundance. 

Let alone that they ruin the roots and tubers in the garden, it’s when they take a liking to the  potting shed’s shingles and redwood siding that mystifies me. CP puts out mothballs to try to discourage their ventures in the yard. Then they simply remove them to the neighbor’s yard, but not without leaving the place smelling like my grandmother’s old store room.

Some may debate whether or not God ever gets lonely. Not I. But then, omnipotence and omniscience may well leave little ground for diversion. Being stuck with only human beings for conversation often taxes even human beings into yearning for an occasional moment of privacy. Knowing how to talk fiddler crab could have its benefits.

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