In thinking of today's blog post, I started thinking of that song from Man of La Mancha. To follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far- to fight for the right, without question or cause- to be willing to march into hell for a glorious cause.
That last line always got me- the nine year old fundamentalist. I didn't see hell as a place that was really bad in which one might march- or into which one might. I saw it as a place people couldn't get out of if they ever went, so not a place one could go into and leave. So it always seemed to me to be a really hard bargain but worth the sacrifice? Nah, I'll pass.
I think of quivering Sancho Panza or whatever his name is, in It's A Small World. Poor guy, trapped in there forever listening to those same chords over and over.
My smoothie today is peanut and coconut and banana and flaxseed. Hmmm.
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