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.