Midnight 18

It's the midnight hour between the 18th of July and the 19th, and I'm sitting here letting iTunes channel my consciousness, from Classical Gas to Scheherazade, from America to U2, from London to New York City and into the plains of Mongolia. For tonight is one of those nights.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like when your nostril hair turns white? Yes, today's great and empowering meditation is on the indescribable feeling one gets as one hits the early forties only to find that some things that you used to rely on are no longer there. One of my former students once wrote:

However, he's still some sort of puzzle outside the class. It's like you have all the various pieces of information about him, and yet you don't really know what to think about him. But that's what's so fascinating about him, he doesn't tell you about himself or chemistry in the conventional way. He lets you find out for yourself.

It's bizarre when you feel that way about yourself. And so, it's the midnight hour between the 18th of July and the 19th, and I'm listening to old Mannheim Steamroller performances of Christmas carols. And a lot of John Williams cinematic soundtracks.