Starry Night

For Mother's Day our dear daughter took Joyce and I out to lunch.  I love it when one of the kids actually picks up the tab!  We went to one of Joyce's favorite Japanese restaurants, Miyabi, which serves a wonderful Bento Box.  Lunch was great, conversation was great and the company was great.  As we were preparing to leave I excused myself and headed to the men's room.  Don't worry, this blog does not promote "Bathroom Humor", although I have promoted Uncle John's Bathroom Reader as a fine choice in literature.  Any way ... when entering the restroom I was amazed to see a Van Gogh hanging on the wall.  Starry Night, that post-impressionist masterpiece was right there, in the men's room of that Japanese restaurant!

When man creates a masterpiece or an engineering wonder it is lauded, applauded and greatly appreciated for generations but eventually it all ends up on the bathroom wall.  And like Van Gogh, men often spiral into the deeps of hopelessness and despair.  All of our labor does not have to end in vanity and emptiness, but can be full and fulfilling.

“What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? ... Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man.” (Ecclesiastes 1:3 & 12:13)


Chuck