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Thanks to the human heart by which we live,/ Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,/ To me the meanest flower that blows can give/Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. More

I identify with the bloke who can’t give up all his possessions in order to follow Him. This is the setting in which Jesus says that it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter heaven. Really? If entry to Paradise is just a function of not being rich, then I’m a shoo-in- but there’s probably a bit more to it than thisMore

Heracles chose to follow the path of Arete. I have, to date, failed to spot any modern Heracles among the elites in the US military, Tech and Congress but quite a bit of evidence that Kakia’s offer of wealth and pleasure has been taken up wholesale by these “paragons” More

The distinction between loneliness and solitude is made well by poet Mary Sarton, Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self. More

Welcome to Letters from Quotidia Hologram 12 where we are off straightaway to the island of the lotus-eaters. According to Wikipedia the natives consume the lotus fruits and flowers which are the primary food of the island. These are a narcotic, causing the inhabitants to sleep in peaceful apathy where they have an absence of interest in…More

I was transfixed by the memory of my son’s playing that iconic riff from Sweet Child O' Mine note for note. Each of you listening will have a similar story of how a few notes of music can transport you to a different time and resurrect the emotions you felt in that place. So, I was deeply vexed and not so much the customary old man shouting at clouds as another geriatric fool crying in his beer. More

Ordinary Time In the Catholic Church refers to the ordinal numbers 1st-33rd or 34th which identifies the longest season of the liturgical year Its colour is green, denoting growth. It follows the mission of Jesus during the three years of his public ministry. More

Bertie McKnight- he was the mandolin player of the group- died last week and, oh, by the way, did you hear that Tony Fitzgerald-Tony was our main singer- had passed away up in Queensland just before Christmas last year? Uh, no, I didn’t know, I replied. And before I could help myself, I continued- I suppose this means if we intend to get the band back together again, it’ll have to be as a trio!More

I am reminded that unsung heroes are everywhere- except of course within the frenetic media circuses that infest our communications channels where blowhards and bloviators bray and bellow, elbow and belly one another aside as they jostle to occupy the limelight at the top of the heap. More

We often have images of groups of chanting people being set upon by wild beasts in the Colosseum as the Roman crowd roars its approval and do you perhaps see, in your mind’s eye, lines of screaming human torches blazing along the Appian Way as punishment for the dastardly sect’s setting fire to Rome. More