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The venerable Joseph Campbell mused in his eighties, “that he didn’t feel like an old man. He felt like a young man who had something terribly wrong with him.” I get it! I’m sixty-nine years old.
...view moreThe venerable Joseph Campbell mused in his eighties, “that he didn’t feel like an old man. He felt like a young man who had something terribly wrong with him.” I get it! I’m sixty-nine years old.
A few years ago, I attended a conference in Washington DC in honor and memory of the twentieth anniversary of the death of my beloved teacher, Rabbi Edwin Friedman. While I sat on a Monday morning, seated among old friends, that voice that sometimes whispers just behind my left ear, said, “Today begins Act Three of your life. That was all. It took another couple of years to discern that I lived at the end of Act Two. When the curtain falls at the end of Act Three the saga is over. Will there be curtain calls? I venture no guesses.
I began ACT3 on February 1, 2018. My office and library are in an office building near the very center of metropolitan Memphis, very near the Interstate and a huge cemetery. Half my space is filled with library stacks filled with somewhere near two thousand volumes representing the story of my preparation in Act One, my companions in the winding paths, and deep grass of Act Two. Some arrived only yesterday and some have been with me for forty years, witness, and counsel as I attempt to understand what it means to be human and as a Christian to ponder what it means to experience G-D directly.
Discovering SCRIBD was the happiest accident of the decade. I use it constantly. It comforts my wife that my book bills are not even greater than they are. What an amazingly practical and economic research instrument. Thank whoever came up with the notion and acted on it. John W. Sewellview less