— Musings —01.24.2015 12:17 PM
Death
It wasn’t Roger Ebert’s elegy that got me thinking about it: I’m Irish Catholic and, like my Jewish friends, I think about death all the time. Goes with the territory.
Anyway, Twitter is a good a place as any to define it. If I’m right, it’s when that one-third starts to overwhelm the proceedings.
A third of life is sleeping.
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) January 24, 2015
When I was in Ireland this year for my annual Irish hiatus when I happened upon the county of Wexford. I had been to Ireland many times but never the province of Leinster. I happened to come upon a real estate business owned by a Kinsella, as well as a Kinsella shingle of someone practicing what I think was real estate law (I was passing by like a speed demon in the car and it was in Gaelic which I am TRYING to learn, so can’t be exactly certain). The name featured pretty prominently in this area. I had thought with the vowel ending of “ella” that “Kinsella” was Italian. Huh. Go figure, LOL.
Much better reading than watching the Sun program. He has a very eloquent manner in describing death as basically a lapsed Catholic. Good read
This kind of thing makes me think the phrase “lapsed Catholic” is an oxymoron. We Protestants tend to dribble away from faith in a fit of absence of mind, but Catholics seem to go from faith to anti-faith with equal fervor and spend a good portion of their waking hours wrestling with both.