Thursday, June 11th 2009

12:28 PM

Boldly riding

In the midst of one of his fine contemplations of the Episcopal scene, the Anglican Curmudgeon takes a moment to reflect on the larger scene, entire:

I take some bemusement in imagining that we are daily faced with cannon shot landing around us from all directions --- some of which we are free to ignore at any given moment, but all of which together we disdain at our peril, and eventually must take into account. "Cannon to the right of them,/ Cannon to the left of them,/ Cannon in front of them/ Volley'd and thunder'd;/ Storm'd at with shot and shell,/ Boldly they rode and well,/ Into the jaws of Death,/ Into the mouth of Hell/ Rode the six hundred." Tennyson, in just these nine lines, has captured the essence of dealing with the plethora of information in our time. Whether one seeks enlightenment from Internet sources, or from the printed, aural, or visual media, as one rides on, in the only direction that time gives us ---further into that cannon-ringed valley --- one has to note the direction from which the shots are being fired, if only to make the appropriate maneuvers in order to be able to remain on one's horse for a little while longer.



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