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Middletown, OH

Saturday July 12, 2008
                    
     10:30am  I slept in late this morning. I woke up early but went back to sleep. I got a good eight hours of sleep or something. Katie, Doreen's daughter, she has a laptop I can use! My website is now updated all the way to the second of this month! I still have a little more typing to do to be caught up. I need to type up my Cincinnati adventure. Right now I'm going for a walk to the store. I hope I don't get lost.

                     Forrer Avenue.

                     Walking up to Verity Parkway.

     11:16am  I had a great presentation with Kelsey in front of this house. I started walking back from the store because it started raining. I should've brought my poncho. I even stopped under the highway and waited for it to let up. I took Kelsey's picture.

     10:39pm  I am reading The Book. I am almost finished with it. Page 153:

     It is no wonder that an increasing proportion of college students want
no part in Dad's world, and will do anything to avoid the rat-race of the
salesman, commuter, clerk, and corporate executive. Professional men,
too—architects, doctors, lawyers, ministers, and professors—have
offices away from home, and thus, because the demands of their
families boil down more and more to money, are ever more tempted to
regard even professional vocations as ways of making money. All this is
further aggravated by the fact that parents no longer educate their own
children. Thus the child does not grow up with understanding of or
enthusiasm for his father's work. Instead, he is sent to an understaffed
school run mostly by women which, under the circumstances, can do no
more than hand out mass-produced education which prepares the child
for everything and nothing. It has no relation whatever to his father's
vocation.
     Along with this devaluation of the father, we are becoming
accustomed to a conception of the universe so mysterious and so
impressive that even the best father-image will no longer do for an
explanation of what makes it run. But the problem then is that it is
impossible for us to conceive an image higher than the human image.
Few of us have ever met an angel, and probably would not recognize it
if we saw one, and our images of an impersonal or suprapersonal God
are hopelessly subhuman—jello, featureless light, homogenized space,
or a whopping jolt of electricity. However, our image of man is
changing as it becomes clearer and clearer that the human being is not
simply and only his physical organism. My body is also my total
environment, and this must be measured by light-years in the billions.
Hitherto the poets and philosophers of science have used the vast
expanse and duration of the universe as a pretext for reflections on the
unimportance of man, forgetting that man with "that enchanted loom,
the brain" is precisely what transforms this immense electrical pulsation
into light and color, shape and sound, large and small, hard and heavy,
long and short. In knowing the world we humanize it, and if, as we
discover it, we are astonished at its dimensions and its complexity, we
should be just as astonished that we have the brains to perceive it.

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