Dillard and desruction

My computer has crashed and burned again, so no posting until money is spent and hassles are tussled with. In other news, all is well and grey in the little bookstore by the Bay, and I look forward to a Fall of intoxicating change and many rewards. It has always been my favorite season, symbolizing a retreat into Nature.
In honor of my father, who has just read his first book by Annie Dillard (my favorite author), and describes the day he finished it as "one of the best days I've had in years";

"We sleep to Time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will, then it's time to break our necks for home.

There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom.The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times."

-Annie Dillard, from "Holy the Firm"