Platypus of Truth

Each of us, it's plain to see, have the Imago Dei Someone broke it, and we break it every day. Each of us that walk this sod, we're the Images of God Someone broke us, and we break us every day. Behold: the discarded image! Man, the spiritual microcosm. In himself, he bridges the worlds of matter and of spirit, combining both into an inseparable unity. How hard it is to maintain that balance! The ancients would have him be a thing purely of spirit, and the moderns a thing wholly of matter; but he is both. For He is both. Ecce Homo

The first stage of construction is complete. Now begins the puttying. In other news, I begin work tomorrow with a spate of teacher's meetings.

That's right, the Platypus has internet connection once more here in sunny Redlands. After a three week sabbatical, we are back up and running. That means that my lovely wife should be updating her blog sooner or later too. More posts will follow, but this is just to let you know that the Platypus is indeed back, and he still speaks Truth.