My study on the hidden curriculum is almost finished. Thank Pazuzu. The text should be ready by Friday. I might put it available to Voimasana’s pages later.
While having a break in writing, relaxing in front of a strong cup of Caffé Inferno and listening to Ovro’s Gegenduchgangenzeit, I realized that my birthday is right around the corner. How that happened? Being over 30 years old reveals some interesting aspects of a subjective nature of time. I am sure it gets even more interesting to follow the white rabbit in this wonderland after hitting 40 and beyond. Anyone here to tell about that?
Thoughts about age reminded me that apparently a good number of people who count themselves as ‘pagans’ have their birthday’s during spring. Does it somehow correlate to these people’s type of religiousness that their parents did the sacrament around midsummer? Do you think that the time of the year you were born does somehow resonate with your personality in some oddly profound way? Mine does. I am definitely a spring person.
As I’ve noted before, I am not too big on horoscopes. I think it would be more interesting to hear some speculation about one’s birthday season’s effect on one’s personality than some way too distant planet’s positions. Or how it has effected people if their mother’s listened non-stop to Kake Randelin, Abba, Barry Polisar or whatever during pregnancy.