Thursday, March 25, 2010
There is no error so monstrous that it fails to find defenders among the ablest men.
There really is never enough time in the day. As the time stamp on this post will attest, time is something in short supply of late!
Yes, yes... Theme Thursday again, and as I walk into walk I can't help but think the sun glinting off the [no doubt solid gold] cross atop St George's Anglican Church [did you know that churches have websites now?] in Battery Point is a SIGN from upon high.
Just what that SIGN signifies, I'm not sure. I suspect that it involves time, or a donkey, or maybe some kind of immaculate conception. One thing that I do know however, is that I don't know.
Not knowing is a kind of knowing.
Perhaps that's the SIGN.
I'll get my coat...