Still Small Voice

Today I attended the funeral for a peaceful man, and the priest brought up this bible verse:

And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:

And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, “What doest thou here, Elijah?”

(1 Kings 19: 11-13)

The more I reflect on it, the more I like it.




And yet another excerpt from On The Road by Jack Kerouac, ©1955:

I brought Lucille and her sister to the biggest party. When Lucille saw me with Dean and Marylou her face darkened– she sensed the madness they put in me.

“I don’t like you when you’re with them.”

“Ah, it’s all right, it’s just for kicks. We only live once. We’re having a good time.

“No, it’s sad and I don’t like it.”

I’ve read this book several times, and obviously the book hasn’t changed so it must be that something in me has.

This time I agree with Lucille.