Tuesday, December 27, 2011

One of the things I like

about my friend Bill --he's the guy with the male wolfdog named Molly, not "B"-- is that he is so full of contradictions that he makes mine seem congruent.

He's the "Christian nihilist" who is both tenderhearted, passionately (overly so IMHO) concerned about the suffering of innocents, but convinced that the world is without meaning. He weeps over "O Holy Night" and lavishes care on his friends --me included--, but thinks God is guilty of moral monstrosity and that the human race is worth less than a dog. He is a big fan of Jesus --well, of a Jeffersonian cut-out version of Jesus the moralist-- but has no use for Jesus' Father...who, of course, was Jesus' great obsessive love.

By comparison, my few odd combinations of, shall we say, paradox appear like sweet reasonableness.

If "consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds", then his and mine are large minds indeed.

Speaking of B, we've had some very convivial times over these holidays. A most likeable fella. Life is passing strange.

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