It’s not just the anticipation of a Friday night that makes it special, but the joy of not banging your head against a wall type of thing.
My Friday night started off very amicably in the company of two hospitable gentleman, Tony and Austin, in a bicycle workshop. The bottled ale loosened my tongue (not that it needed much encouragement) and I inflicted one of my poems on the select audience, including a colleague from Queen’s. It and the ale went down smoothly, the banter turned to philosophy and meaning.
Tony explained how knowledge of Latin can dig out the meaning of words : tract, extract, intractable, contract, tractor etc. I waffled on about Homer and my schooldays. Austin was still sorting out gear changers, inner tubes and clearing the decks for Saturday.
When he was finally able to relax with a tinnie, he mentioned an American philosopher called Ken Wilber. The interconnectedness of everything springs to mind – a lovely concept whereby the cosmos has within itself the obvious physical properties that can be observed and measured scientifically, but also a mystical or metaphysical property which, by its very nature, cannot be tested. This might not be what Wilber is getting at with his Holons, but the wholeness idea is catching on…holistic medicine and so on.
Stew and an Ulster rugby victory by the power of Paddy Jackson’s boot sealed a perfect Friday evening. Sniffer dogs gone, all is well with Finaghy once more..Saturday will be laundry, shopping and more rugby down under, and possibly another ode on stillness, who knows?
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