I found myself clipping coupons out of the Sunday paper yesterday afternoon; that was the first clue. Later, shopping for a shower hanger for shampoo and such at Bed Bath And Beyond, I realized the significance of the day’s activity. I am married. Single men don’t clip coupons or frequent BB&B. It’s wonderful: Not coupons and BBB, but marriage.

We’re trying to get our house in order; sorting through the papers lying here, the boxes over there. Sometimes I find things. Like the following idea I found I had scribbled on an old church bulletin:

Innocence –> Experience –> Reintegration

The first two bits of the equation come from Blake’s psychological dialectic, or perhaps they could be viewed as a binary (though which one belongs on the left side?). It seems Innocence and Experience are both lacking if left alone or even combined. Naivete is a dreadful state of existence and prevents fulfillment, yet experience so often makes itself known in a painful and negative fashion. And yet with the third quality of Reintegration we find that both states are profoundly redeemed. Innocence passes away in a wash of painful reality; but this real experience is salted and imbued in such a way as to fertilize and enrich epic qualities that found their sillouettes in Innocence. If Innocence are grapes, then Experience is age and Reintegration is exquisitely fine wine.

And the Winemaker you ask?