Confession

Went to Confession today, and Father Benoit ended with, "God bless you,
and be happy." Will do!

Instiki 0.10.2 Export Markup patch

If anyone is using Instiki 0.10.2 and wants the Export Markup (Textile) link to work, make the following changes to the source code:

/app/controllers/application.rb
Insert "options[:stream] = false" at line 66:

    options[:type] ||= (FILE_TYPES[File.extname(file)] || 'application/octet-stream')
    options[:stream] = false
    super(file, options)

/app/controllers/wiki_controller.rb
Insert "require 'zip/zip'" at line 4:

require 'parsedate'
require 'zip/zip'

class WikiController < ApplicationController

How does one live well?

How does one live well?
Or what makes a day well lived?
Is it to eat well, drink well, and be glad?
To pray in a silent room?
To build sandcastles beneath blue skies?
To create?

How does one live well if one were shut up in a cell with no food?
No materials, no books, no light
Just hunger, and thoughts, and pain,
philosophy, religion, contemplation,
emotion, meditation, and confusion?

What makes a day well lived?
Or is it better to consider a week?
Or a month, or a year, or a lifetime?
Is it better not to consider it at all,
but to live haphazardly, from one inclination to the next,
going by feel, gut, recollection,
remonstrance, rebuke, appetite?

On what can we ground our living?
On what motto, creed, or ideal?
Shall poetry lead us, or some ancient script,
a philosopher from Greece or Rome,
a symphony, a painting, an epitaph?
Shall we lose ourselves in language or in study,
in literature, physics, studying the cosmos?
Will we find our salvation in the order and reason of mathematics?

How does one live well?
Or what makes a day well lived?
Is it to eat well, drink well, and be glad?
To pray in a silent room?
To build sandcastles beneath blue skies?
To create?