Currently Reading: Ingrained: The Making of a Craftsman by Callum Robinson š
Paul D. Millerās analogy in the opening of his piece at The Dispatch this morning is good.
In one of Aesopās fables, a deer fleeing hunters takes refuge in a cave, only to fall prey to a lion into whose den he had stumbled. The moral: Sometimes safety is an illusion hiding greater dangers.
Let me offer an updated version: The deer flees to the cave knowing the lion was there, hoping to hire the lion to take out the hunter. The lion takes payment, roars at the hunter, and eats the deer. Who got the better deal?
In case itās not obvious, Miller makes it clear: ādeerā is to āconservative Christiansā as āhunterā is to āprogressive left.ā
Quite fitting. I would correct some misleading parts of the analogy, however. All of the deer that I know did not jump into a cave and make a deal with a lion. They carved out their own cave, invited a lion in for protection, and told themselves and everyone else that the lion is not, in fact, a lion but is really a fluffy bunny rabbit being framed as a lion by the hunter.
Anyway, we all know how it turns out with the fluffy rabbitā¦
Fleeing the conformity of what I viewed as an arbitrarily oppressive world, Iād flung myself into the service of something much more tyrannical: myself.
Jordan Castroās essay on literature, escape, and addiction from the autumn Plough Quarterly, which Iām just now getting around to, was perfectly timed. About which I will hopefully say more.
Two really nice conversations ā¢ Last week, I was thinking about Holcombās song āLive Foreverā (particularly the live version at the Ryman), but it was especially nice to here from Audrey Assad. If you listen, make sure to stay for the short song she sings at the end.
David Dark: āIndividuals within large robots speak of individuals within smaller robots freaking out and losing their humanity.ā
So, this is what a diaper change currently always looks like around here:
