Now there’s a cheery little word! And here was me all set to be a veritable ray of sunshine only to be stymied by the WP moving finger, which having writ, has no doubt moved on to have its brekkie, supper or whatever, depending on what time of day it is in WP land.
I am reminded of a divinity class conducted by the school chaplain when I was about 14. Being an Anglican boarding school, we had a divinity class each week, but this is the only one that really sticks in my mind. For reasons best known to himself (or knowing the chaplain, perhaps it was Himself) he spent the lesson discussing the pros and cons of burial versus cremation in relation to the inevitable death of our parents.
Even 60 years later, I can feel the gobsmack. Here we were, young, vulnerable, impressionable and far from home. What was he thinking!
The conclusion I’ve come to since is that he wasn’t. Thinking. He was man of deep conviction, chiefly regarding his own unassailable worth and virtue. He had no need to think of others’ feelings. He was by definition right, and if he caused discomfort, it was all part of the learning process for the less enlightened.
It must be nice to have that sort of conviction of your own rightness. Peaceful, you know? No agonising, no doubting, no retrospective cringing. What’s more there’s a lot of it about, which proves my point: it’s a great way to live.
Sadly for me, it’s completely at odds with the way I was raised.