Do the star foretell patterns that we can – or even better – can’t escape?
Curious point. The age-old debate rages on. Do the stars predicate our decisions leaving us only to be like rats running through the maze of life in, in, preordained circles and predestined forms?
I’m not a big fan of “it will be so.” I am, however, a big fan of freedom of choice, and by extension, informed decisions. That’s where I figure the “informed” part of that equation comes into play. I’d like to think that my work helps make informed decisions. Like that weatherman on the news in the evening.
So much for oracles and astrology.
Subtitle: Homage and pilgrimage.
Mount Cristo Rey, I think. Might have it wrong, but that sounds like it, in Spanish. Mexican. I mentioned a passing interest in the Mexican Revolution of 1910-20, and the battle for Ciudad Juarez, not unlike what was going on, even now.
There was a point made by the combatants, Federalist or Centralists on one side, established government, and the bandits, or revolutionaries on the other side. As I recall, the revolutionaries captured the town but lacked infrastructure to support occupation at the time. The fighters, from both sides, soldiers and bandits? All made sure that no stray rounds landed on the north side of the river. No one wanted “NorteÃƒÂ±o” interdiction and intercession.
Grace waved at a hillside covered with shanties, “That’s where they fought.” We were on I-10, headed towards work one morning a few days back.
I pressed her about the pilgrimage to Cristo Rey, the forty-foot crucifix. Her story was, when Bubba was misdiagnosed with cancer, she vowed to make the trek to the top when he was better. He doesn’t have cancer, never did, and she climbed to the top with him, as I understand it.
The misplaced guilt, what I was wondering, is that, like classical Catholic material?