All Is Calm

I’ll be working more on this later. But this is something I’ve wanted to post for a while. Even though it’s not Christmas, take an hour to listen. I promise it’s worth it.

The Western Front, Christmas, 1914.
Out of the violence comes a silence, then a song.
A german solider steps into No Man’s Land singing, “Stille Nacht.”
Thus begins an extraordinary night of camaraderie, music, peace.
A remarkable true story, told in the words and songs of the men who lived it.

I’ve listened to the story more now, outside of the Christmas season than I did during the time when it was “holiday appropriate.” While that says more about the busyness of the holidays, the fact that I’m still listening to this means something, too. This was my first radio play, but it won’t be my last.

In One I Found

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects. -Robert A. Heinlein

I sometimes worry that I am trying to tackle to many things. That in my mad rage to gain more knowledge about every topic I learn, I am losing key pieces from unique and special topics I like to consider my favorite. I’ve written about mental obesity before, but seem to have misdirected my anger. Becoming something of a renaissance man is a laudable goal, but being judged permanently on your temporanry rate of success is damaging. I was looking at my bookshelf today, wondering why I didn’t have a cohesive set of books focusing a small range of  important topics. In one of them I read this, and I just didn’t care any more.