Neanderpundit

asks Ed, and pascal disagrees with my comments. Well, pascal is often wrong about a lot of things but we won’t hold that against him.

CS Lewis is the sort of atheist-turned-christian that spends most of his life writing things that are ostensibly object lessons but are really written to try to convince himself that his conversion to Christianity has merit.

Bucketloads of people read his stuff, like Narnia and Screwtape, and shout with glee at the wonderfulness of it all, but in reality, Lewis has it so wrong he couldn’t be further from the truth of things. This is because he wants to make God in his own image, which is utter bullshit. This leads me to write a new Og’s law, and you can take this one to the bank:

Anything written by a man which purports to reveal the mind of the Creator is a humbug.

Contrast Narnia and Screwtape with Twain’s “Diary of Adam and Eve” which is intended to be humor, but which does a better job of helping us to understand the Creator and our place in the universe than Lewis ever could. Lewis took the morality of the church and wove a story around it; the outcome is much like weaving a silk purse from leather buggy-tugs. You get the idea, but it’s strained and doesn’t fit, and illustrates fairly well the nastiness of which humans are capable. On the other hand, “Adam and Eve” illustrate the innocence and also the frailties of humans, and each of us can see themselves in the words of Adam and Eve, and we realize how much like them we are, and it helps us to understand why we are charged with the moralities to which we should adhere.

This is just my personal opinion. A lot of people just think Lewis is IT. Good for them. Jehova’s witnesses and calvinists think they are IT also. Good for them. I’ve never had any use for any of it, for the reasons above. I am suspicious of anyone who writes to send a message. I’m even more suspicious of anyone who writes to send a message of their interpretation of God’s plan. They’re most often wrong.

This morning I woke up at utter peace with the world.

I had spent who knows how long dreaming I had qualified as a Corrector. See, in my dream world, Correctors had a little button they wore on a chain around their neck, and anytime they overheard someone saying something stupid, they could push the button, and that person would experience a momentary sense of irrational fear. Or you could chose electric shock to the genitalia.

As a corrector, you could also use a sap. Because of the danger of accidents, you couldn’t use it on people driving, but you could pull them over and “correct” them.

You became a “Corrector” by passing a test given by William F Buckley.

I have never been so happy in my life.

And then I woke up.

Sonofabitch.

I have come to the contusion that the arm and hand pain I’m experiencing mayt be less a function of my hands than of my neck/shoulders. So this morning I staggered off to se my chripractor Tammy to talk with her about potential remedies.

She apparently decided I was too short, for after aiming several of my chakras in the general direction of the equator and aligning my spine at right angles to the space time continuum, she put me in traction.

Not the kind of traction you see people in movies, where they’re attached to a frame over a bed, but one of these.

I’m supposed to go back for more treatments. I wonder how long before I look like this.

Not that I’ll ever look asian, mind you.