1999 the shootings at Columbine High School
Either could be an occasion to look back - in horror or in sadness.
Instead I look ahead. To the words of a man born around this time - we do not know for sure when, only that he was baptized on April 26.
And for this day, one set of his words seems appropriate, at least in my mind:
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon my self and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
The rest of this diary will be a meditation on this, one of my most cherished poems.