Don't know if any national pollster ever called and asked your opinions. None ever did me. Making you wonder exactly who and why the people they poll are supposed to represent us. But if I were to take these psuedo-scientific surveys seriously, here's one question I'd ask you, thereby learning a great great deal about you:
Which section of the newspaper and/or website do you read first...?
* If you answer the op/eds, I'm guessing you're an idea person. Someone who sees the clash of values in the marketplace of ideas as the through-line to the historical narrative of your times. Be they sensible or non-sensible, these are the driving forces to the age in which you find yourself
* Many people turn first to the sports pages. Here a variety of satisfying emotional outlets. Perhaps your unfulfilled appetite for physical glory, or the voyeuristic gratification for the power of conquest, or maybe just the feeling of psychic safety in a make-believe world of mathematical order
* The business pages grab many people's attention first. Rarely the poor; mostly the well-to-do looking to understand new and better ways to do well in this capitalist economy. If only these experts could spin their wisdoms for you about what tomorrow holds as well as they do reporting what yesterday did
* The obituaries have a compelling interest for some. Rarely the young for whom death has no meaning. Usually the elderly for whom death is no longer an un-recognizable phantom. The obits tell you who among your friends have left this mortal coil, what seems to be the current age limits on life, oh and also some small reassurance that you still haven't reached yours
* Personally I go straight to the comics. Perky...concise...funny...but at the same time sorta wise in the way these little characters comment on the foibles that are us
After-thought. The reason I don't start with the business pages is they always seem a tad silly. Seem to play weather forecaster for the economy, when we all know how little weather forecasters can forecast much of anything! Calvin Coolidge once said something my dear Father also believed: "The business of America is business!" Two things about that gospel have always bothered me: (1) Big business is so often mostly about the business of making us want things we probably don't really need; (2) successful big business surely prove the enormous value of capitalism, only so little of that value ever trickles down to the workers and consumers.
You can see why I find the comics easier to read....
Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
THE LAST BEACH
After the last bomb I found myself on the last beach.
A long spindly stretch of sand hiding just beneath the early morning mist. The ocean lapped at it with quiet blue- white waves, while the breaking sun smeared it with melting red hues. It was good. But it was lonely. Was I to be the last one here? Even more puzzling, was I really here?
It's always said your life flashes across your consciousness at this point. Hollywood has been clever about it. Optical bursts too fast to focus, yet too authentic to deny. My beach suddenly detonated into long-lost faces and feelings. You know, like in some of your dreams. Only I was awake.
My Father's last weak smile from his hospital bed...my Mother's joyful tears as we re-visited the old neighborhood one more time... wisps of my kid brother, Jerry, Billy and Katy giggling as of old in those long ago Depression streets of Chicago...Sister Francis writing grand predictions on my 8th grade graduation picture...a blur of faculty-and-friend faces which populated the next many years. So many so remembered yet so dead.
It's the kind of beach you've never walked before, yet it's fiercely familiar. Firsts are inevitably pieces in these places. That important first date you rehearsed for...the first prom in which you tried so hard to excel...the first job, boss, car, home...the first girl you fell in rapture with, only later to learn she committed suicide at the age of 33 when she become pregnant by an un-named member of the president's cabinet.
I studied my beach. So all that was going on...?
Then later, real love. Joan... children...grandchildren...community...dreams...time...life itself. Nesting and nestling into love with each of them became the center of your galaxy. A remarkably un-remarkable galaxy so small and private, yet at the same time spinning within and resonating to the universe itself. How exactly such a life-long synergy? Very likely like a series of whirling concentric circles within which you stand. An extraordinary writer once strode this same beach, and gave these words to his experience --
"...My little friend just received a letter addressed in a funny kind of way. It read: Jane Crofut, Crofut farm, Grovers Corner, New Hampshire, New England, United States, North American continent, Western hemisphere, world, universe, the mind of God. And ya know what...? The letter reached her just the same!"
A long spindly stretch of sand hiding just beneath the early morning mist. The ocean lapped at it with quiet blue- white waves, while the breaking sun smeared it with melting red hues. It was good. But it was lonely. Was I to be the last one here? Even more puzzling, was I really here?
It's always said your life flashes across your consciousness at this point. Hollywood has been clever about it. Optical bursts too fast to focus, yet too authentic to deny. My beach suddenly detonated into long-lost faces and feelings. You know, like in some of your dreams. Only I was awake.
My Father's last weak smile from his hospital bed...my Mother's joyful tears as we re-visited the old neighborhood one more time... wisps of my kid brother, Jerry, Billy and Katy giggling as of old in those long ago Depression streets of Chicago...Sister Francis writing grand predictions on my 8th grade graduation picture...a blur of faculty-and-friend faces which populated the next many years. So many so remembered yet so dead.
It's the kind of beach you've never walked before, yet it's fiercely familiar. Firsts are inevitably pieces in these places. That important first date you rehearsed for...the first prom in which you tried so hard to excel...the first job, boss, car, home...the first girl you fell in rapture with, only later to learn she committed suicide at the age of 33 when she become pregnant by an un-named member of the president's cabinet.
I studied my beach. So all that was going on...?
Then later, real love. Joan... children...grandchildren...community...dreams...time...life itself. Nesting and nestling into love with each of them became the center of your galaxy. A remarkably un-remarkable galaxy so small and private, yet at the same time spinning within and resonating to the universe itself. How exactly such a life-long synergy? Very likely like a series of whirling concentric circles within which you stand. An extraordinary writer once strode this same beach, and gave these words to his experience --
"...My little friend just received a letter addressed in a funny kind of way. It read: Jane Crofut, Crofut farm, Grovers Corner, New Hampshire, New England, United States, North American continent, Western hemisphere, world, universe, the mind of God. And ya know what...? The letter reached her just the same!"
Saturday, March 5, 2011
OLDEST LOVE/HATE AFFAIR IN AMERICAN HISTORY
Among those words we use so freely yet so imprecisely is government. Exactly what is it? why is? how should we understand it as a part of our lives?
Perhaps the simplest definition is this. It's "them!" unless it's satisfying our needs and then it becomes "mine!" We perceive this institution mainly in terms either of what it is taking from or doing for us at the moment. The doing is perfectly fine -- highways, air traffic controls, meat & milk inspections, free public schools. The taking is not fine at all -- speed limits, security screening, rules and regulations, and most especially taxes.
As usual, the notion of government is a political football. Right now the team with the ball is busy asserting "government is too large." And while most Americans seem to share that shout, they don't much like other institutions either. Only 45% have a positive view of labor unions, only 47% feel good about big business, and up to 70% of us no longer attend religious services.
To better evaluate institutions like government, consider what it's been up to lately:
* It just released 5000 hours of Oval Office audiotapes, not only of presidents Nixon and Kennedy, but all the way back to the days of Franklin D Roosevelt. On our give/take scale, these tapes will probably be giving us some unknown facts while taking away some long held legends
* It recently reported the development of a prototype electronic hummingbird which can conduct surveillance via a tiny camera as it flies in and out of windows or perches on nearby tree branches. On our scale, this probably gives added security while taking away additional privacy
* With the latest White House budget proposal, critics from both parties argue it's loaded with "middle-class welfare," because it leaves largely untouched the senior entitlements of social security, medicare and medicaid. The give and take here? Well, as usual that depends on whether you're looking at it from under or over age 65
When it comes to government, Americans have been arguing over it from the get-go. Most of our ancestors came here to get away from governments they didn't like or didn't like them. Opponents to government and government policies have, ever since, been called either freedom-fighters or terrorists (see Valley Forge in 1778, Gettysburg in 1863, and the Chicago riots in 1968 for specifics). Either that or simply listen to President Obama and Speaker Boehner during their next press conference.
On the other hand, think about this. Belgium has just broken Iraq's modern-day record for 250 consecutive days without a sworn-in government. Here's guessing the bottom line give/take test in these two countries has something to do with how much uncollected garbage sits in front of their homes. Say, what about yours...?
Perhaps the simplest definition is this. It's "them!" unless it's satisfying our needs and then it becomes "mine!" We perceive this institution mainly in terms either of what it is taking from or doing for us at the moment. The doing is perfectly fine -- highways, air traffic controls, meat & milk inspections, free public schools. The taking is not fine at all -- speed limits, security screening, rules and regulations, and most especially taxes.
As usual, the notion of government is a political football. Right now the team with the ball is busy asserting "government is too large." And while most Americans seem to share that shout, they don't much like other institutions either. Only 45% have a positive view of labor unions, only 47% feel good about big business, and up to 70% of us no longer attend religious services.
To better evaluate institutions like government, consider what it's been up to lately:
* It just released 5000 hours of Oval Office audiotapes, not only of presidents Nixon and Kennedy, but all the way back to the days of Franklin D Roosevelt. On our give/take scale, these tapes will probably be giving us some unknown facts while taking away some long held legends
* It recently reported the development of a prototype electronic hummingbird which can conduct surveillance via a tiny camera as it flies in and out of windows or perches on nearby tree branches. On our scale, this probably gives added security while taking away additional privacy
* With the latest White House budget proposal, critics from both parties argue it's loaded with "middle-class welfare," because it leaves largely untouched the senior entitlements of social security, medicare and medicaid. The give and take here? Well, as usual that depends on whether you're looking at it from under or over age 65
When it comes to government, Americans have been arguing over it from the get-go. Most of our ancestors came here to get away from governments they didn't like or didn't like them. Opponents to government and government policies have, ever since, been called either freedom-fighters or terrorists (see Valley Forge in 1778, Gettysburg in 1863, and the Chicago riots in 1968 for specifics). Either that or simply listen to President Obama and Speaker Boehner during their next press conference.
On the other hand, think about this. Belgium has just broken Iraq's modern-day record for 250 consecutive days without a sworn-in government. Here's guessing the bottom line give/take test in these two countries has something to do with how much uncollected garbage sits in front of their homes. Say, what about yours...?
Friday, March 4, 2011
HATE TESTS...? HERE'S ONE HARD TO AVOID!
OK, here's a test. Not my test; our test. We take it every day, only we don't usually take time to grade our results. Here's your chance.
The global media -- print, voice, video, digital -- is a 24/7 avalanche of totally disjointed events. But look carefully, because there just may be some coherence in all this chaos. Terrorism on the high seas...violence in the Middle East...traffic pileups on the expressways...immigration clashes at our borders...protesters in state capitols and at funeral services...politicians and pundits declaiming...drug wars raging...Oscar winners prancing...students seaching....Charlie Sheen and Fox News being, well being Charlie Sheen and Fox News.
What in all the world is coherent about all this chaos...?
Here's how some of the great minds of history have tried to answer. Plato suggests its humanity struggling to find its way back to the soul-life it was before being here. Augustine argues its humanity striving to find rest by resting back with its God. Nietzsche concludes there is no God to go back to. Darwin and his modern defenders find that survival is the one consistent coherency to all this animal and human struggling.
Whether we buy any or all of the above, perhaps we can all agree on one thing. Seen from a distance, this seething, relentless maze of daily energy has some of the look of some enormous ant or bee colony. Action, effort movement wherever we look. It's unceasingly kinetic as far as the eye can see and the ear can hear.
In the case of the ants and bees, there's always a focal point and a rationale for everything that's constantly happening. The Queen! As we look to grade this media test we're taking every day, we have to wonder. Is there some kind of intelligible throne around which all this planetary activity is organized as well? Even a Darwinian may have to pause over that possibility....
The global media -- print, voice, video, digital -- is a 24/7 avalanche of totally disjointed events. But look carefully, because there just may be some coherence in all this chaos. Terrorism on the high seas...violence in the Middle East...traffic pileups on the expressways...immigration clashes at our borders...protesters in state capitols and at funeral services...politicians and pundits declaiming...drug wars raging...Oscar winners prancing...students seaching....Charlie Sheen and Fox News being, well being Charlie Sheen and Fox News.
What in all the world is coherent about all this chaos...?
Here's how some of the great minds of history have tried to answer. Plato suggests its humanity struggling to find its way back to the soul-life it was before being here. Augustine argues its humanity striving to find rest by resting back with its God. Nietzsche concludes there is no God to go back to. Darwin and his modern defenders find that survival is the one consistent coherency to all this animal and human struggling.
Whether we buy any or all of the above, perhaps we can all agree on one thing. Seen from a distance, this seething, relentless maze of daily energy has some of the look of some enormous ant or bee colony. Action, effort movement wherever we look. It's unceasingly kinetic as far as the eye can see and the ear can hear.
In the case of the ants and bees, there's always a focal point and a rationale for everything that's constantly happening. The Queen! As we look to grade this media test we're taking every day, we have to wonder. Is there some kind of intelligible throne around which all this planetary activity is organized as well? Even a Darwinian may have to pause over that possibility....
Thursday, March 3, 2011
YEAH THAT'S RIGHT; I'M A TEACHER NOT THE ENEMY
Something important, perhaps even historic, is going on in America right now. Just like the Middle East is experiencing a seismic shift in its culture, so are we in ours. Well, actually there are always seismic shifts going on here; but this one is a little different. This one's about teachers. You know, those under-paid civil servants who have for so long been paid so little trying to do so much that no one ever bothered to pay much attention.
Apparently that's changing. Recently the media has swung an intense and intentional spotlight on how we get so much for doing so little that state economies are being relentlessly raped by our over-padded salaries and especially our over-valued pensions.
How exactly did we change from the image of gentle, caring, low-salaried civil servants to some politicians' newest villain in the battle for saving America? One explanation: there are some pretty embarrassing examples of lousy teachers hiding behind dubious tenure laws just long enough to reap fat, double-dipping pensions. However, that's an embarrassment that can be equally attributed to many workers in the private sector as well; only their story is not as handily available on the public record. The second explanation is more calculated: if today's plutocrats, individually and corporately, are to avoid the righteous slash of the deficit hawks, it's probably a good idea to find a spotlight to put on someone else.
Over a century before atomic weapons and global terrorism, H.G. Welles already spelled it out for us: "Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe."
There isn't a mayor or a governor who doesn't say much the same thing, speech after speech, campaign after campaign. Just as likely, there isn't a responsible parent who doesn't agree. But now here's where this latest seismic shift does a 180...! Instead of living up to the pledge to close the nation's education gap with better schools and better teachers, suddenly it seems better to widen that gap by making schools and teachers the problem, not the solution.
Lets face it, for every bad teacher this new deficit crusade correctly spotlights, 10 better teachers are now hearing that their profession will probably remain poorly understood, poorly supported, and now poorly respected as well. Why this sudden public backlash...? Because suddenly about 10% of teacher ranks have been found giving too little in the classroom, and getting too much in their pensions.
That 10% is unacceptable. OK, so here's the deal. That 10% should feel the wrath of the deficit hawks. However, at the very same time, so should that same 10% in every corporate office, Wall Street bank, lobbying group, and government operation in the land. In other words, isn't it time every American in every field of endeavor agree that every one of us needs to accept our responsibility for how this latest seismic shift plays out? So lets confront our history together, throwing no stones we ourselves don't deserve.
Apparently that's changing. Recently the media has swung an intense and intentional spotlight on how we get so much for doing so little that state economies are being relentlessly raped by our over-padded salaries and especially our over-valued pensions.
How exactly did we change from the image of gentle, caring, low-salaried civil servants to some politicians' newest villain in the battle for saving America? One explanation: there are some pretty embarrassing examples of lousy teachers hiding behind dubious tenure laws just long enough to reap fat, double-dipping pensions. However, that's an embarrassment that can be equally attributed to many workers in the private sector as well; only their story is not as handily available on the public record. The second explanation is more calculated: if today's plutocrats, individually and corporately, are to avoid the righteous slash of the deficit hawks, it's probably a good idea to find a spotlight to put on someone else.
Over a century before atomic weapons and global terrorism, H.G. Welles already spelled it out for us: "Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe."
There isn't a mayor or a governor who doesn't say much the same thing, speech after speech, campaign after campaign. Just as likely, there isn't a responsible parent who doesn't agree. But now here's where this latest seismic shift does a 180...! Instead of living up to the pledge to close the nation's education gap with better schools and better teachers, suddenly it seems better to widen that gap by making schools and teachers the problem, not the solution.
Lets face it, for every bad teacher this new deficit crusade correctly spotlights, 10 better teachers are now hearing that their profession will probably remain poorly understood, poorly supported, and now poorly respected as well. Why this sudden public backlash...? Because suddenly about 10% of teacher ranks have been found giving too little in the classroom, and getting too much in their pensions.
That 10% is unacceptable. OK, so here's the deal. That 10% should feel the wrath of the deficit hawks. However, at the very same time, so should that same 10% in every corporate office, Wall Street bank, lobbying group, and government operation in the land. In other words, isn't it time every American in every field of endeavor agree that every one of us needs to accept our responsibility for how this latest seismic shift plays out? So lets confront our history together, throwing no stones we ourselves don't deserve.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
THE GREATEST REALITY SHOW OF ALL!
Over the last 10 years or so, reality has shifted meaning. It once referred to what our senses or imaginations considered real to us. Everything from that juicy slab of prime ribs on a dinner plate all the way to those juicy characterizations on a theatre stage. Lately, however, the word has been hijacked by bizarre television shows. Shows whose actors we talk about the next day as if they were real. Even more bizarre, the bizarre would-be actors the networks stick in front of cameras pretending their behaviors and conversations are important to us
Most bizarre of all, to some of us they really are...
In a wave of controlled despair, I decided to look into the reality that is my own family. Ancestry blogsites abound. What I found was a real "reality show." Just like you can, I discovered some of the early roots to the family name. Seems to bubble up from the eastern Mediterranean over 1000 incredible years ago. Greek, Turkish, Armenian -- hard to be exact. But the name first appears in written history in 1058 AD in the Byzantine capitol of Constantinople, shortly before that city watched torrents of European Crusaders invade the nearby Holy Land.
So far, so good. I mean, why should I care about some hunky island survivor or ditsy housewife on a screen, when I can virtually touch my ancestral roots back to an age when knights, caliphs and emperors strode the world?
Just as you can, I dug deeper. The written record shows the Byzantine emperor Isaac Commenus bequeathed lands to the Spatafora family in one of his domains: The Kingdom of Sicily. There the Spatafora name [meaning to-bear-swords-in-public] prevailed over the next 50 centuries. Dukes and duchesses, saints and sinners, the name of villages and the label of vineyards. For extra flavor, I even learned that in the 19th C, Al Pacino's grandfather married a Spatafora from the fabled Sicilian town of Corleone; and in the 20th C, Hitler's munitions minister Albert Speer married off his son to a Princess Spatafora from the Sicilian city of Catania. Dad, who was born in Sicily in 1897, would have loved to have heard such stories!
But back to reality-television....
Tonight there stands before the glazed eyes of America yet another cacophonous cadenza of silliness, yet another slate of television misappropriating the notion of "reality." Oh but wait -- there's an antidote available. Find an ancestry blogsite on the Internet, and see if you too can excavate the long-lost majesty to your own name, your own past, your own familial reality. It's gotta be better than "The Housewives of New Jersey" or any of the other chintzy hunk-and-ditz programs. Please, tell me I'm right....!
Most bizarre of all, to some of us they really are...
In a wave of controlled despair, I decided to look into the reality that is my own family. Ancestry blogsites abound. What I found was a real "reality show." Just like you can, I discovered some of the early roots to the family name. Seems to bubble up from the eastern Mediterranean over 1000 incredible years ago. Greek, Turkish, Armenian -- hard to be exact. But the name first appears in written history in 1058 AD in the Byzantine capitol of Constantinople, shortly before that city watched torrents of European Crusaders invade the nearby Holy Land.
So far, so good. I mean, why should I care about some hunky island survivor or ditsy housewife on a screen, when I can virtually touch my ancestral roots back to an age when knights, caliphs and emperors strode the world?
Just as you can, I dug deeper. The written record shows the Byzantine emperor Isaac Commenus bequeathed lands to the Spatafora family in one of his domains: The Kingdom of Sicily. There the Spatafora name [meaning to-bear-swords-in-public] prevailed over the next 50 centuries. Dukes and duchesses, saints and sinners, the name of villages and the label of vineyards. For extra flavor, I even learned that in the 19th C, Al Pacino's grandfather married a Spatafora from the fabled Sicilian town of Corleone; and in the 20th C, Hitler's munitions minister Albert Speer married off his son to a Princess Spatafora from the Sicilian city of Catania. Dad, who was born in Sicily in 1897, would have loved to have heard such stories!
But back to reality-television....
Tonight there stands before the glazed eyes of America yet another cacophonous cadenza of silliness, yet another slate of television misappropriating the notion of "reality." Oh but wait -- there's an antidote available. Find an ancestry blogsite on the Internet, and see if you too can excavate the long-lost majesty to your own name, your own past, your own familial reality. It's gotta be better than "The Housewives of New Jersey" or any of the other chintzy hunk-and-ditz programs. Please, tell me I'm right....!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
THERE'S OSCAR, AH BUT THEN THERE'S JAMES
Four hundred minutes after the 2011 Oscars, I can't remember most of the names. But 400 years after the 1611 King James version of the Bible, millions of us can remember not only its names. Its passages. And especially its hopes. Such is the difference between the fleeting and the foundational.
The King James translation of the ancient texts was famously eloquent, a beautiful instrument for conveying the vision of the Biblical writers to the English-speaking peoples of the world. Not that Moses, Solomon and Jesus exactly spoke this way -- they didn't -- but what they did say was now imbued with a lofty lyric which has strummed the heart strings of 20 long generations.
Not only among the congregations in the pews, but among the legions of novelists whose own language has continued to be inspired and shaped by this 400-year-old lyric. To be sure, the fourth centennial will be different than the third. In 1911, the King James version was extolled by leading public figures like Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson as "America's national book, the text that more than any other has affected the life of the English-speaking societies of the world."
Since 1911, two enormous shifts have occurred. First, the Bible is no longer memorized and read aloud by students and public figures. Second, the King James is now accompanied by dozens of other translations, each more contemporary, yet each stylistically less stunning. Our language and faith have both suffered accordingly
In 201l, the English-speaking nations are perceptibly less focused on the things of heaven, and more on the things of earth. At least so it would appear in the emptier pews in Western Europe and even the United States. , The lyric proclaimed in the 400-year-old King James Bible has been in part drowned out by the multi-cultural, secular sounds of our more pragmatic times. Oscar can lure 40 million viewers on a single night; a televised Bible reading will not even make it to the networks.
And yet, the words of the original Biblical writers -- crazed or inspired, your choice! -- have never been out of print. And the King James version has never been surpassed within the borders of the English language. Matched perhaps by Shakespeare, but never surpassed.
And so it is for those new to James to ask themselves why it has outlived anything Oscar can hope to achieve. Could it be it actually IS the greatest story ever told? in the greatest lexicon ever penned? One struggles to find among our great scientists any who can explain the cosmos with greater power than: "And God said, let there be light, and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day...."
The King James translation of the ancient texts was famously eloquent, a beautiful instrument for conveying the vision of the Biblical writers to the English-speaking peoples of the world. Not that Moses, Solomon and Jesus exactly spoke this way -- they didn't -- but what they did say was now imbued with a lofty lyric which has strummed the heart strings of 20 long generations.
Not only among the congregations in the pews, but among the legions of novelists whose own language has continued to be inspired and shaped by this 400-year-old lyric. To be sure, the fourth centennial will be different than the third. In 1911, the King James version was extolled by leading public figures like Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson as "America's national book, the text that more than any other has affected the life of the English-speaking societies of the world."
Since 1911, two enormous shifts have occurred. First, the Bible is no longer memorized and read aloud by students and public figures. Second, the King James is now accompanied by dozens of other translations, each more contemporary, yet each stylistically less stunning. Our language and faith have both suffered accordingly
In 201l, the English-speaking nations are perceptibly less focused on the things of heaven, and more on the things of earth. At least so it would appear in the emptier pews in Western Europe and even the United States. , The lyric proclaimed in the 400-year-old King James Bible has been in part drowned out by the multi-cultural, secular sounds of our more pragmatic times. Oscar can lure 40 million viewers on a single night; a televised Bible reading will not even make it to the networks.
And yet, the words of the original Biblical writers -- crazed or inspired, your choice! -- have never been out of print. And the King James version has never been surpassed within the borders of the English language. Matched perhaps by Shakespeare, but never surpassed.
And so it is for those new to James to ask themselves why it has outlived anything Oscar can hope to achieve. Could it be it actually IS the greatest story ever told? in the greatest lexicon ever penned? One struggles to find among our great scientists any who can explain the cosmos with greater power than: "And God said, let there be light, and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day...."
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