Heard Don Cupitt in Belfast last night and am still thinking about it today. He talked about the 'outsidelessness' of the world, as he sees it, 'the world of our language, an ever changing continuum like the sea, with nothing anchored, or objective'.
I am thinking about the world of our language today. How careful we must be. How careless I often am. How much I am looking forward to taking a break from teaching. People ask me what I am going to do instead. I think the truth is that I intend to spend some time alone thinking. Because it's been some time since I did that and I really feel the lack of it. I want to figure out ways to be more careful with the world of our language, for, as Don said last night,
'It is a world to which we all contribute, for as we have inherited one construction of everything, so we will bequeath another'
What world am I constructing for Ana? For the students I teach? What language do I want to exist in response to Iris Robinson? I know that the sea of violence must pass, that we must make it pass, if we want it to pass.
I'm not sure about 'outsidelessness' but I do know that the inside of the world belongs to us.
May we speak it anew.