Cups and Crosses

To sing is to pray twice.

Abridgment of Augustine of Hippo’s, “In praise, there is the speaking forth of one confessing; in singing, the affection of one loving.” in the Catechism of the Catholic Church.

Bach wrote a coffee cantata, some of which he repurposed for his Matthew Passion. Coffee and suffering bound by melody. Bach seems to agree with Augustine: music is anywhere praise and passion meet. A cantata, a prayer is born every time care and confession kiss: on a cross or in a cup. Each sings a different timbre of life.


From a rather selfish notion of sharing an isolation stroll with a little-known-about neighbour: a well-spring of kindness. Simple check-in messages. Daily pre-work power walks for processing. Meal exchanges. Shopping arrangements. A WiFi password. A washing machine. Paper for origami. In the shape of responsive kindnesses, belonging has settled in ‘next door’—and there’s room for more.


The point is not what we expect from life, but rather what life expects from us.

Viktor E. Frankl in Man’s Search for Meaning

A question suggests a quest. Anyone who asks starts a journey. Those who know have arrived, but is knowledge really so important? Wisdom is a quest and question. Arrival and truth is arrogance. If one sustains the mystery of even a single question for a lifetime, one is blessed with a meaningful life quest. A quest that gives something back for the gift we received: life itself.

Opening Up

All address, no doubt, contains at least silently these words: “I pray that you will listen to me.”

Jean-Luc Nancy in Dis-Enclosure: The Deconstruction of Christianity

We all advertise, and each advert is an advent. We compose ourselves for others. No matter if such composition is online or in real life: the only difference between these two is the speed at which we advert, the former being ironically slower. One can question the content and form of a particular advert genre in terms of fashions, sociologies, psychologies, and so forth. Another question one could ask about our drive to advert, compose, and advent ourselves is, why do we do it at all? Why open oneself to the world, so it opens a slither for you?