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Some medical executive said Omicron is so very contagious that we're all going to get it. How long, Lord? We are masking in public so as to delay, and I'm wondering if any immunity is acquired in having it, and what's the likelihood of getting one variant or other of it again and again? The variants are fighting back so offensively that covid seems like one of Father Nature's sporadic population control visitations.

A meeting in the community center here at HV last evening, and we were going down, masked, but at the last minute decided to take the caution of attending by Zoom, which worked fine. It's almost as good as a Rolex. How impressive all this is, dredging going on just off our HV bayside porches, mind-blowing technical ability to build islands in the sea, and fascinating dredging equipment and vessels, GLDD, a 132 year old company one of the world's largest of its kind. My chief interest these days: sitting at my desk here at the Beck-side window in my study/office/den, watching Captain's Table rebuild at snail pace after Hurricane Michael over three years ago, and expand and hopefully in my lifetime reopen and still have fried mullet on the menu. I should live so long, walking across the street instead of driving to Pensacola to have mullet. Yes, I'll risk covid for fried mullet.

Somewhere between two hundred billion and two trillion galaxies in the universe? Recently, Roberta, a church and bookclub friend from Apalachicola nearly forty years ago, jeez, has it been that long? damnearit, posted, and I shared to my Facebook page, a slide show that started with Earth and our moon, the other planets of our solar system, our sun, larger stars, galaxies and it goes incomprehensibly ad infinitum. Since forming after ye-Hi the Big Bang, galaxies are speeding apart, our universe continuing to expand, and at increasing rate? IDK, what's the universe expanding into? What's outside our universe? Einstein once said Nothing, not even empty space; but other universes? what's beyond or behind it all, the Mind of God? Remember that line in "Our Town"? In the background a church choir practicing "Blest be the tie that binds". A favorite stage play with long memories.

Thinking these days, contemplating the chance to gain a wider perspective on life that's presented by that slide show above, I'm more and more enjoying the opening line of the Nicene Creed, Πιστεύομεν εἰς ἕνα Θεὸν Πατέρα παντοκράτορα ποιητὴν οὐρανοῦ καὶ γῆς ὁρατῶν τε πάντων καὶ ἀοράτων· the word pantokratora, Pantokrator speaking, and earthlings not godlike at all, but creepy-crawly beings as naturally egoistic, selfish, self-centered, self-protective, warring, mindless ants who really are not matured beyond the tribes of Israel in the wilderness sitting around the campfires at night looking up at the stars, listening to the stories, and considering themselves the center of creation. English evangelist the Rev Canon Bryan Green was in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, it was 1980 or 81, and I heard him preach that that creating God loved even me, speck on a speck, in a boundless universe. Can it be true? Saying or believing "yes" doesn't make it so, it just stirs the question. Are we as significant as we imagine ourselves?

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