"All sins are attempts to fill voids. Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void."
Simone Weil, La pesanteur et la grâce, 1947
"Present day society resembles an immense machine which is
constantly swallowing up people, and whose controls nobody really understands. And those who sacrifice themselves for social progress are like
people who would cling to cogs and transmission belts in an attempt to
stop the machine, and in turn get crushed. But the helplessness one feels at
a given moment, an impotence which must never be regarded as definitive,
cannot dispense with remaining faithful to oneself, nor excuse surrender
to the enemy, whatever mask he may assume.
And, no matter what name
it may take — fascism, democracy, or dictatorship of the proletariat — the
principal enemy remains the Apparatus; not the enemy across the border, who is our enemy only to the extent
that they are our brothers and sisters’ enemy, but the one who claims to be
our defender while making us its slaves. In any circumstance, the worst
betrayal possible always consists in agreeing to subordinate oneself to this
apparatus and trample underfoot, in order to serve it, all human values in
oneself and others."
Simone Weil, Réflexions sur la guerre, La Critique Sociale, 10 November 1933
"Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings."
Gerard Manley Hopkins, God's Grandeur, 1877
I must have missed some good news, sending the tech stocks to stratospheric highs.
Or the kleptocrats are having a final bash. It's not only the Fed that can print money.
So, gold and silver were hammered, but managed to come back off their lows to nearly unchanged.
There will be a Comex futures option expiration on Monday, and an FOMC meeting on Wednesday.
The Dollar slid.
Bitcoin held its ground at the very top of its trading range.
VIX is at relatively complacent levels.
The only real issue at hand worth considering from a risk standpoint is where the US and Israel are going with their war of aggression against Iran.
I am afraid I cannot penetrate the fog of war with any certainty. The pieces are certainly lined up on the chessboard.
I didn't track the news today. I spent literal hours trying to track down some precise citations for a couple of quotes by Simone Weil.
ChatGPT is wonderfully befuddled at times. It points first at one of the many 'quotation' sites on the web that post mostly slope, without attribution. They are a disappointment for the most part.
And then it will describe the quote in more detail, painting useless words on top of the plain meaning like some sophomore's English essay. Is this what the kids are handing in these days? Those poor teachers. No wonder literature in the US is dead.
And then finally is will throw out some desperate attempt after 'deep thinking,' tossing out a reference to one of the author's more popular works, or some anthology of their writings, without any real sourcing.
When you download and examine their purported source, it is just not there. And so you ask again, and it throws out something else. And one begins battling paywalls over works who have been in the public domain for generations.
As a benefit I read a good chunk of Simone Weil's Penguin Books anthology, and a number of academic papers which gave me some new sources and insights.
It reminds me of my corporate career. Management was always thinking up dumb things to consider that didn't address any product of customer concerns, but sometimes they would inadvertently open up a field of effort that become fruitful.
Even the business trips, many of them overseas, were a delight. I did visit Newman's Birmingham Oratory, and saw where the young JRR Tolkien had lived. I visited Gerard Manley Hopkins rooms as well during his short stint as a teacher there. These are precious memories.
Oh well, all in all, with a quick trip out in beautiful weather to the store, and some tending of Daisy, I could not imagine a better day.
So let's see what happens, what fresh madness the vain and the rapidly decaying will unleash, before they pass on to well-deserved obscurity. That which has no love scatters quickly into nothingness and dust, unmourned and ill-remembered.
Have a pleasant weekend.


















