If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
My past encircles me. Friday night a movie about Albert Camus was on television with subtitles translated into Spanish, the original dialog in French; it was a challenge to keep pace. Camus was the most influential writer-philosopher on my thinking when I was young.
Searching youtube for music appropriate to today, I forgot to include the word “music” in my search and so the results were simply for “Easter.” I received at least three links to makeup styles for the day.
A family from Philadelphia has been staying in the house. They have three young children and yesterday the youngest, a girl of perhaps four or five years, was singing Christmas songs until her two older brothers caused her to cry for some unknown reason. This morning I believe the children performed a search for hidden eggs.
Church bells pealed the night of Viernes Santo as they did again last night. Last night’s bells sounded joyous compared to those of Friday night, which were much slower, and those of last night lasted about a half hour and were accompanied by fireworks, which were accompanied by lightning and thunder. Somewhere nearby I also heard a great deal of choral singing to contemporary sounding music. Friday night’s bells began about 6 pm while those of last night began about 10 pm.
American television last night showed Moses with Charlton Heston while Friday night Mexican television showed a story about the events of Santa Semana. The performances in the Mexican movie, which was probably made about the same time as the Moses story and probably for a thousandth of the budget, seemed more moving despite similar wooden performances by the actors.
Yesterday afternoon, a baroque orchestra and chorus performed Bach’s St. John Passion (original Latin title Passio secundum Johannem, which translates to “The Suffering According to John“). The oratorio was performed in Mexico City and televised. The two groups were conducted by Horacio Franco, whose black shirt was open practically to his navel, which I suspect caused a number of passions to be felt in the audience. Last year Mr. Franco gave a benefit concert for the NGO at which I volunteer.
Today’s title comes from the title of a talk to be given at the Unitarian-Universalist Fellowship today.