The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning, but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life.
The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun, and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. (paragraph breaks added)
Source: Orthodoxy, GK Chesterton
After a few weeks (OK, maybe it was a few months), I finally notice someone staring back at me. Someone who looks as if they belong in a Picasso painting.
I’ll never look at a treadmill the same again!
Tom
Tom – Who knew they were watching us?
1984?
Barry – Goodness, I hope not.
Picasso, eh? This piece of art certainly ups the ante! I think we are venturing into the territory Melanie sang about when she protested that “a thing’s a phallic symbol when it’s longer than it’s wide.” When is a face no longer a face? Point of view is everything.
Laurna -:-) Perhaps. I find that once I see eyes, I’m looking for the other features.