Patience, shrink of shrinks, is convinced she has the means of performing the oracle. She dislikes what we humans call failure, recorded by distortion. In order to self-motivate I have decided to chronicle ongoing events in a diary which will be more about contemporaneous comment and awry observations on current affairs and miscellaneous memories than a recording of reality on a mundane basis.
I have no idea of what will emerge but as long as it as cynical as hell and reflects my less than perfect perception of matters which matter and don’t matter, so what. For purposes of prudence this diary will be retrospective.


Would that the words of Brendan Kennelly might be my epitaph:

“They gather together to pool their weaknesses,
Persuade themselves that they are strong.
There is no strength like the strength of one
Who will not belong”.


The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

The Prodigal on the Camino 2015
The Prodigal on the Camino 2015

Monday, 30 January 2017

November 30 2015


Trust; that’s the central issue in this entire debacle.
It reminds me of a slightly smutty story when I schooled at the Convent of Mercy. The story goes that a trainee nun spent nine months as a postulant and then celebrated the next step on her holy way towards being a novitiate by having a harmless fling with the local Parish Priest. The inevitable happened and she was filled with more than the Holy Spirit.
A country girl, she was resourceful and succeeded in keeping her condition secret by virtue of her expansive garb right up to the time of delivery.
On the night of the delivery she crept along the corridor and laid the babe on the cot beside the reverend mother. When the mother woke up next morning and saw the mite beside her the first words were “you can’t trust your own finger these days”.
Who can any of us trust in this existence? The obvious first assessment must be self. We all believe we can at least trust ourselves totally. But can we? Until we are sorely tried or tempted we will hardly know. Would we lie, steal, assault or even kill? Surely not. Yet men have been engaged in these activities since the beginning of time as we know it.
Necessity often overrules lofty principle. If your children were starving might you not steal a loaf of bread to keep them alive or if someone insulted your mother would you not deliver a slap in the puss or a boot in the dangles? Think about it. Trust is generally a matter for the future often based on past experience. My mother used to say; “you can trust a thief but you can’t trust a liar”.
When one party is confident that he is prepared and willing to rely on the future actions of another that stance could be defined as trust. It has the obvious drawback that one party is ceding control in a given situation to another party over which the first party has no control. As a result the trusting one cannot be certain about the expected behaviour of the one to be trusted.
As Hemingway said;

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them”

Certain societal types have traditionally been given the benefit of the doubt in this matter usually because of the position they hold in society. Doctors, solicitors, priests and nuns, teachers, policemen and others have historically been trusted to a ridiculous degree in the past and experience has taught us that the person in the most trusted position is the one who can inflict the most damage when they take unlawful or deceitful advantage of that trust.

To my detriment I am a living example of this phenomenon.

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