I have been reading the news this morning, about how Trump and Elon are palling around together. How they’re sitting together, watching people punch and kick each other. And how they’re eating small boxes of garbage together, in the company of stooges, on their way to watch Elon’s rocket fail into our Ocean.

And also reading about how Elon is buying vast amounts of Texas farmland and coastland to house his immortality projects. And it almost made me despair.

I turned to Merton and he gave me this: “The most wonderful thing about the world is that it is nobody’s property, not even God’s! We who are ruined by our own indigence to the point of thinking that we can posses something worship a false god, a god of possession, that is, a god of destruction. God is the God of the living.”

Turning farms into ego factories, and beaches into rocket flops, and garbage-filled jets into vassal vessels, all feel an awful lot like gross demonstrations of ruinous spiritual indigence.

And then I looked for a Psalm to ground me, and randomly chose one, and landed on Psalm 21, and read:

Even when I remember I am afraid, and trembling taketh hold on my flesh. (7)

Wherefore do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power? (8)

They are as stubble before the wind, and as chaff that the storm carrieth away. (18)

Job had some much harsher things to say, but I think a reminder about impermanence is ample solace. Praise be to God for this timely reminder. Love and Peace.