The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

28 May 2004

Float, float on

"Angels can fly," observed G. K. Chesterton, "because they can take themselves lightly."

As a rule, Dawn Eden takes the train, but she knows the joke is on us all:

Faith, like humor, is all about having a sense of the fantastic — and feeling deep inside that the people who puff themselves up are the very people that need to be brought down. Especially if that people is oneself.

One of my internal alarms goes off at the point where I cross the line into self-importance, which may be one reason why I am uncomfortable with many of our current crop of leftists, who strike me as a generally dour and humorless lot. This is not to say that there aren't nauseatingly-earnest people on the right — I swear, the Oklahoma GOP recruits candidates from a roster of the humor-impaired — but the liberal notion of Creating Utopia seems to lend itself more easily to unnecessary seriousness than does the conservative concept of Trust But Verify.

So in the unlikely event that I start acting like the second coming of Ozymandias, look upon my works, ye Mighty, and guffaw. The one inescapable fact about life is that we won't get out of it alive — at least, not in the physical sense.

Posted at 8:05 AM to Immaterial Witness

Bah! Speak for yourself, mortal, I'm still planning on living forever!

And keeping my demented sense of humor (such as it is) whilst doing so :P


Posted by: Myria at 8:29 AM on 28 May 2004

So why should I read your blog, when I could just as easily go read Dawn or Andrea's?

Have we scored enough linkage points to move on?

Posted by: bruce at 12:15 AM on 29 May 2004

By all means, read them. They're consistently interesting and they have more than enough traffic not to need any push from the likes of me.

Posted by: CGHill at 8:00 AM on 29 May 2004