this creased

"Ezekiel 3:1. Eat the scroll."

Still on a Dillard kick. I like how I wander in and out of her, distracted by and then lured into footnotes. Blessedly, Time Warner sucks, and thus I am trapped without Internet except for my phone (my kindle), waiting for the repair guy who never shows, and so I can read.

"You cannot mend the chromosome, quell the earthquake, or stanch the flood. You cannot atone for the dead tyrants’ murders and you alone cannot stop living tyrants. As Martin Buber saw it, the world of ordinary days “affords” us that precise association with god that redeems both us and our speck of world. God entrusts and allots to everyone an area to redeem: this creased and feeble life, “the world in which you live, just as it is, and not otherwise.” “Insofar as he cultivates and enjoys them in holiness, he frees their souls…he who prays and sings in holiness, eats and speaks in holiness…through him the sparks which have fallen will be uplifted, and the worlds which have fallen will be delivered and renewed." ~Annie Dillard, For the Time Being