On Sunday evening I attended a concert performance, put on by the Reformed String Camp, in which children from all over the country gathered together to showcase a week’s learning and practicing. I was impressed by their collective spirit, doubtless spurred on by the energy and enthusiasm of their conductors, Kent and Roxy. I came into the evening with dark brooding intellectual heaviness dragging on my heart, and left the evening refreshed, and with a rather expressive doodle on my hands. The piece releases some of my own pent-up energies (I haven’t completed a major piece in at least 4 months).

Speaking of Camps, there are always camps at war, and so my hope is that my present journey will yet conclude its meandering with something epic; something that aims to reconcile. Let’s just say Eden and Zion is evolving in my heart and mind, into something along the lines of new boundaries. But I’m afraid that if further clarity is desired, then for that we shall all have to wait a while longer.

I’m gearing up for a few days at Awenda Provincial Park, and then I’m off to Vienna, where I’ll be working with ICASO as Communications Support.

I will then be back in Canada, in time for a (final) week of camp with teenagers in Markdale.

It strikes me that Mandelbrot’s maxim might just as easily apply in a moral sense. When we maintain discipline (in any discipline), wonderous flowers emerge: such flowers as the mothers and fathers who give endlessly of themselves for 20 years in order to raise a child. Such flowers as the pianist who practices for 10,000 hours to attain concert-level mastery. The theme here is a constancy of service to others. And isn’t that a rather spiritual engagement? You might say that the Golden rule is the simple equation that sparks it all. Insofar as "Do unto others" is akin to Mandelbrot’s "zn+1 = zn2 + c", the intricacies sparked by goodwill maintain a mathematical majesty.