If I had the time to turn the previous post into a proper Poem, Prose and Praise (I never did like the word ‘praise’ there, but I never found a better one; the praise that I have in mind is much more subtle, even awkward, then the word ‘praise’ typically evokes), it would probably include the lyrics to Burl Ives’ “Mockingbird Hill,” which Lucille sings. And also some etymology tracing of “economy” — oikonomia and its use in the New Testament, particularly the epistles, as a stewardship which seems always closely tied to a kind of freedom and/of love within the mystery of the ages. But leaving it slant is just fine, too — and probably more economical…