What a mysterious thing that is this year, the idea of Christmas. I don't believe in the outright rejection of Christmas. It's part of culture, and I don't believe in a world that lives with that uniformity that would be our world without culture. In our prime we might feel we don't need it, only to forget that it made us who we are and God knows what we'd be without it. That kind of fake cynicism becomes all too real over time. Sophistocation is cheap, remember? It's innocence and wonder that's rare.
[via Greenhorn]
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
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