My Life On Borrowed Time : Out Of Context

A few short days ago, an online friend gave me a challenge. "Open The Nearest Book," She said," And Turn to page 56. Count down six lines, and reblog what you find there." I rapidly complied, picking up a copy of ' On Writing Well: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction', now in it's thirty-eighth edition, by William Zinsser [ ISBN 978-0-06-089154-1, 2006, Harper Collins, New York et al ].

"- because it was asked by the poultry industry to relax the conditions under which the ingredients might also include chicken."

Before I go on, let me say this of my friend. Her intention here was quite clear. Being as she was at the moment surrounded by spiritual tomes, It was inspiration she was anticipating. Yet after some deep reflection, It struck me that what we got was a lesson in context.

Even a volume with as unique and rich as this one- And it is both- Depends, and depends quite heavily, on context. Pick up a copy and you will understand this point in a matter of pages. Such is the nature of life, the human life in particular.

What Would Your Response Be ? ¹

[ To Be Continued ]

¹ As is my practice, I will drop back in here from time to time and expound on these two subjects. There are two. The second relates to my experience in the middle o the night, Saturday, July eleventh, When an errant moth, I doubt that it was intentional on the part o the moth. Perhaps I am wrong. An errant moth flew into my ear and panicked, as did I. It was small enough to fly into my ear, yet not small enough to get out. It struggled for about twenty minutes and died. It could not turn around.

Needless to say I am quite concerned. I have no money, nor do I have health insurance. So, I reflect.