[b]Jonathan Safran Foer
…he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.[/b]
Let’s file this one under “the very embodiment of insanity”.
There’s a Hasidic proverb: ‘While we pursue happiness, we flee from contentment.’
Actually, that’s never been a problem for me.
If God exists, he is not to be believed in.
Their God in other words.
It might sound naive to suggest that whether you order a chicken patty or a veggie burger is a profoundly important decision. Then again, it certainly would have sounded fantastic if in the 1950’s you were told that where you sat in a restaurant or on a bus could begin to uproot racism.
Let’s decide if the two are equivalent.
You will remember when a bird crashed through the window and fell to the floor. You will remember, those of you who were there, how it jerked its wings before dying, and left a spot of blood on the floor after it was removed. But who among you was first to notice the negative bird it left in the window? Who first saw the shadow that the bird left behind, the shadow that drew blood from any finger that dared to trace it, the shadow that was better proof of the bird’s existence than the bird ever was?
So, does this make more or less sense to you than it does to me?
Thanksgiving is the holiday that encompasses all others. All of them, from Martin Luther King Day to Arbor Day to Christmas to Valentine’s Day, are in one way or another about being thankful.
He thought: Bah! Humbug!