It is not lost on me that my final passage to the Roman communion of the church roughly coincides with the centennial of Samuel Beckett's birthday. These are certainly unrelated events in the way that all events are unrelated.
Still, there is something strangely incongrously pleasing about it all. The anniversary snuck up on me. About a month ago I recieved this amazing DVD box set I had ordered, Beckett on Film, and have been exploring that. The plays are both nice to watch and nice to sleep to. I have done both.
Good Friday. Birth, death, new life. Trying to figure things out long after you're well into the process of each. This is appropos of my experiences with Catholicism, with Beckett, with much.
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