approaching 50 years

Month, Day: 171, Intercalary, #4 (Beauty)

It was fifty years ago, this time of the year, that I first heard of the Glory (of God - BASIS). The time frame was spring break, college campus. Being not of the 1%, I worked through the break. However, at the same time, I took the remaining leisure period to read Tolstoy's War and Peace (unabridged). In English, even though at the time I was taking Russian.

So, there is a story before and after this time, however, we're just doing a little snapshot. On the before, the key thing would be apple of the Bab's eye. The after? Let's just say that we'll continue these signets for as long as we're on the planet.

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My older brother said, here, you might be interested in this and handed me an invitation to a talk that was taking place at the Student Union that afternoon. Why, given that he was not leaning toward anything? The talk? Someone was giving a presentation on their trip to Israel.

I went. Why not? Slides (photos) and yakking. Typical. The speaker mentioned God. And I was out of the room like a shot out of a cannon (yes, the before included a stint in the military - not exactly peacetime, let's say, in between war time). Then, on that day, agnostic (I was never stupid enough to be atheistic - or, perhaps, I ought to give credit to the characteristics of that before picture) would be a good modifier for my state of mind.

In short, the introduction to the Faith was brief. Was that the end of it? Evidently not. Look, if you would, at the tone of this blog. But, that's the rest of the story (no such thing, as we all know).

Remarks: 04/03/2015

03/07/2015 -- That spring, my brother, with some peers, went south to support the voter registration efforts. Too, they took over the Admin building and were, subsequently, clink'd. ... Does anyone remember, fondly, en loco parentis?

04/03/2015 -- Still within the 50 years and two years prior finding the Glory. Applying a little logic to the reflection, the time may have been during Ridvan as I recall the weather being warmer, with more blooms about, than one finds in March. ... This brother passed on about the same time as Hitchens.