Still bedeviled by computer problems. Hopefully, the parts will arrive in the next few days.
Midsummer in the city. Gym (new record on the Hammerstrength supine press), church for a bit of meditation, then walking through the neighborhoods with many people indistinguishable from medieval demons and thick clouds of marihuana, then a bit of breakfast amid the wealthy soccer fans and clouds of vodka fumes in the park nearby, and now to the books. Managing to take notes on the broken machine, but that's about the limit of it.
Midsummer -- the social forms, the animal nature. Commemorated by the feast of the Baptist, none born of women greater than he.
A land of prosperity, and corruption within the prosperity. Play it true, and your life will be a test of the soul. Play it false, with the others, and you'll be quite comfortable, materially speaking.
Onward.
[And As I write this, I discover a quick fix (on the order of tapping a certain point, or holding it at a certain angle, that makes the problems with the machine considerably less. For graces received.]