My father has a way with words.

[azurelunatic]

I think that's where I get it from.

He wrote the following in an e-mail to me, concerning the Friends meeting he'd been to the evening before, and three questions posed to the group. This was the question, and his response, in his letter to me.

How do we broaden our perspectives and not see things as black and white, good and evil?
I had been looking at one the walls of the meetinghouse which was lighted by incandescent lamps in directive shades at two locations. The flourescent lamps were turned off, and they made shadows like your first Science Fair project with two switchable lightbulbs and a shadow stick. I said something allegorical that at the time seemed to give great insight into the third query as applied to The U.S.A. with its Christian Fundamentalist Cowboy president v.s. those Islamic fundamentalists who have been creatively attacking us. Talking about the lights and shadows evoked the idea of them following their lights and us following our lights in my mind, but I awoke this morning with the thought that all the people had no idea what I was talking about because I didn't draw a tidy picture for them that tied the abstract to the real. Alas.

I'll have to think about what he said very very hard for a while to come up with a more concrete idea about that abstraction. I think I know what he's getting at.

I love, though, his description of Dubya. You can tell exactly how much my father approves of him...