Are There So Few Cassandras?

I've been getting into Willful Blindness a bit more, and while much of it has been frustrating -- maybe I may address the reasons in another post -- it has been getting good. The author mentions Cassandra, the woman from ancient classical legend who sees the truths that few others see.

On the one hand this makes me feel good, that I'm not the only one who asks penetrating questions about things while all those around go, "Guh?" But then, I feel very lonely. There simply cannot be that few who can see what's what.

Yeah, maybe that's why Cassandra is so renowned. How many are like her? So few that the ones who do reality checking so well stand out.

The Willful Blindness We Are All Too Blind To See

I picked up a brand-spankin' new book at the library today. I'm not even two pages into it, and I'm already going bananas about it.

It is called Willful Blindness by Margaret Heffernan. What this blog is about is all over that. And yes, the book is indeed precisely about what the title says.

I can't say much about it right now. Again, very much looking forward to diving into it.

But I'll bet there is one thing I can predict about the book that will be scintillatingly disappointing. And quite unsurprisingly so.

The last chapter is "See Better." I'm sure Heffernan suggests all kinds of ways we can be less willfully blind. Or she just resigns herself to the distress of people just never getting it nonetheless. Or both.

I can pretty much guarantee, however, that the chapter will not mention the One thing that would make us not-blind anymore, totally, completely, wonderfully. And that is if we allow the One Who Made Our Eyes to see once again like we should.

That we simply see with the eyes of Christ.

Will He show up in Chapter Twelve? Doubt it.

But it should be some fun until then.
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The Eternal Question - And I Mean THE Eternal Question

Today I learned that Hostess, the company that makes Twinkies, has declared bankruptcy. The reason is that it is finding out what so many companies have discovered, how dag-blammid expensive labor is. What I found interesting is that right when I walked into the local supermarket, I was greeted with this:

Wow. They sure do want your business back. They even had three different trays, each with a dozen cups filled with samples of three different Hostess products, Zingers in this case -- which are just Twinkies with frosting. You see them there on the right.

I don't think I'd ever seen that before.

Frosted Twinkies offered as samples.

The upshot of this intriguing chain of events is that I was at the store just to pick up some broccoli. Looking at this I just wonder of the injustice of it all. I mean, how many dozen boxes of Ding-Dongs did I get as well? As you can guess, I got zero dozen boxes.

And I got the broccoli.

Really, people. What other question for the ages outclasses this one:

Why is it that Hostess cupcakes are so phenomenally yummy when they are also so phenomenally rotten for your health, but broccoli tastes so wretchedly putridly spewtastically awful but is so good for you?

(And don't give me any of this ridiculous falderal about you liking broccoli. I don't believe you for a second.)

This will indeed be the very first question I ask God when I get to heaven. And I really don't think I will be the only one...