Pascal commmented to me privately that he liked the crustacean aphorism, and I am impressed that Joan likes it, and I want to expand on it.

 As I stated earlier, it is children that are most in need of the “Exoskeleton” of rules, a framework in which you keep them until such time as they have developed adequate maturity to venture on their own. Based on the child, you can allow more or les freedom as the situation requires, but something very powerful is missing from our society that has, I feel, been to our detriment.

 The rite of passage.

Many religions have rites of passage associated with them, and many of those rites are focused on coming of age; the spiritual change from the child to an adult, the final molting of the exoskeleton and transferring support from the exoskeleton to the endoskeleton the inductees parents hope he/she has grown well enough!!

 In the Bar Mitzvah the celebrant begins “Today I am a man” and his father praises the Lord that he is no longer responsible for his son who is now old enough to accept responsibility for himself. In Christian Confirmation the celebrant is tapped on the face by the Bishop, and given a new “Adult” name. In some cultures it is circumcision, or bungee jumping. (I’m not making that up) .

Some individuals experience that rite of passage for themselves, in other ways. Ask anyone who has entered the military if that isn’t a dramatic rite of passage. And some people find their own moment- the day you opened your eyes on a world much different from the day before, for whatever reason that happened to you.

 Our world is bereft of those rites of passage, these days. We don’t celebrate adulthood, we teach our children to remain perpetual brats. And lord, do they ever. Instead of stripping off the chitinous covering of Law and relishing freedom, they pull it further about themselves and intend to force you to do so too; secure in the knowledge that the best of all possible worlds is to be protected by Nanny Government from all harm.

 

it will be a hard comeuppance. I almost feel sorry for them. Almost.