I certainly wouldn't assume Proverbs. I still expect Genesis, the New Testament, and the greatest-hit psalms, but even that may be expecting too much.

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I’m really not at all sure what the enterprise of meditation is, for a lapsed Buddhist and not-really-Christian and pilferer of hozho; but it appears to be the correct one.

Bonus points if you can identify the quotation from Faulker :-)

"I am halfway through the holiday rapids. Shoot Christmas successfully, my lord, and we arrive in the calm water of January."

It is the prayer against gluttony, and the gist of it is: am I to be on my own side or not? Am I going to support myself or let myself down?

The very most helpful practice text for me is my own goddamn blog. I have been thinking the same goddamn thoughts for twenty years. Probably forty, but the blog doesn’t go back that far.

Man, I am so out of touch with these things! I didn't even know this edition existed. But it turns out my local bookstore has it!

"I think perhaps what I need is not more resolve – and anyway, where does one purchase more resolve? At WinCo? – but more brainstorming, and possibly more help from actual other living beings."

Heh. Catullus, as always, is a special case. "Look, it's not a dirty book, it's got LATIN in it!."

using my own tailored versions of prayers felt increasingly artificial and stupid – like correcting someone’s grammar when they’re making a passionate declaration of love. There are times when being correct is not being right.