It’s a dangerous little read for Americans. So many of us believe that keeping our nose to the grindstone insures happiness in the hereafter, if not the herenow.
Unlike the French, we’re not a nation of slackers. In fact, herenow is not a word in the English language.
Rewriting the Dictionary
Walt Whitman wrote: “I believe in the flesh and the appetites. Seeing, hearing, and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.”
My journal attempts to make sense of these small pleasures.
Like Seven Sins author Roger Housden, I believe that this earth “is a good place to be, despite all the troubles that come with the assignment.” Indeed, deep pleasures often do come with “having a body that angels will never know”.