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I don't know how many might read my writings here -- certainly there are many that I have not broadcast for the general public. since my Livejournal days, I would often curate just how many could read a given writing of mine, for not everything in my life was fit to be sent all over the Net, and I did (and do) have some enemies.
This entry, though, is to publicize another. And though the fragmentation and neglect of whatever's left of Web 1.0 means that it may well not be seen by many, I will put it here anyway.
So, Fred Clark of the Slacktivist blog has an essay about Easter Saturday as a metaphor for the human condition. And a more fitting sermon I've not read, at least not in the sense of something that made me go "Aha! I think I might see a little more clearly now".
This entry, though, is to publicize another. And though the fragmentation and neglect of whatever's left of Web 1.0 means that it may well not be seen by many, I will put it here anyway.
So, Fred Clark of the Slacktivist blog has an essay about Easter Saturday as a metaphor for the human condition. And a more fitting sermon I've not read, at least not in the sense of something that made me go "Aha! I think I might see a little more clearly now".
Anyway, here we are in another Easter Saturday. Though technically we are always in it, so long as we are in time. Come tomorrow, of course, things change, but tomorrow's been a long time coming....
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/slacktivist/2026/04/03/holy-saturday-16/
