From the Gospel:
For many days, the monkey who stood before all monkeys sat in meditation and silence, allowing only wine to pass his lips, for the wine was sustenance, and the wine was life.
After many days of meditation, the master awoke, as if from a deep sleep. And he was alone.
This made him angry, for anger was his way.
Where are my children? He called out.
But his children did not answer.
The master gathered his wits and his wheels and decided that it was time to go out and regather his children. For too long had he sat in silence, and it had been long since he was truly angry. With his children at his sides, the time was right again for wheels, wine and much rocking of the world.
And yet, when he approached to door of his house he was pushed back by whiteness, by coldness and by stillness. And this made him afraid.
And his fear led to much anger.
The master gnashed his teeth and beat furiously upon his chest, and willed the cold away.
But the cold was relentless.
And so the master retired to his home once again, to meditate upon the stillness.
“Soon,” he declared angrily, “soon this cold will lift from our land, and I will gather my children once more, and there will be wheels, wine and much rocking of the world.
This is my promise, for I am angry and I am monkey.”
And, across the world, his children heard, and they were not afraid. They became filled with anger, and they were ready.
And the world felt their anger. And the world was not afraid. It, too, was ready. Ready to be rocked.
A reading from the Book of the Rotating Mass
Previous readings are listed here and here.
Man, it’s only January and we’ve only had one snowfall, but I am already sick of winter and I miss my bike(s) desperately.