
(original image: Glass House Ministries)
One of my favourite ‘let me off the hook’ quotes expressing wisdom is this:
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
‘Song of Myself’ — Walt Whitman, US poet (1819 – 1892)
I have at various times, to my cost, roasted myself on a bed of burning coals by the name of ‘consistency’.
Why?
Well, partly because I was brought up with the old saying ‘What’s good for the goose is good for the gander’ — that, and a dose of trying to be the same person in all circumstances (i.e. my personal pursuit of sincerity and integrity — words I barely utter in public because to do so, in my observation, seems to mark one out as just the opposite.)
My thoughts about this are prompted today by the unholy sight of a smear campaign under way on a forum I visit. To compound things, the chief protagonist in this case is a creature who — falsely in my personal view — trumpets the superiority of his own ethics every chance he gets. Indeed, he’s recently adopted such a claim as part of the latest positioning statement for his, um, enterprise. Continue reading →





transplant gone wrong. Six months now her body had wasted away. Eighty pounds in weight now and her entire lifetime allotment of anti-rejection shock-drug therapy used up. After four exploratory surgeries to untangle this and untie that, everybody was at a loss. What was wrong with the woman? No one knew.


