Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Second Coming, hold the anchovies

Way back in the 20th Century, American aviator John Gillespie piloted his Spitfire high above the British countryside to touch the face of God.  We have often tried to imagine Pilot Officer Gillespie's cockpit rapture during our own flights, gazing, like gods in our own right, upon the earth miles below.   However, inspiration is difficult to come by in coach-class.

It is perhaps evidence of humankind's desperate hunger for meaning that we discover divinity in mundane places.  While we may never fly ourselves into the heavens to touch the face of God, we can always call Dominos and eat a slice of the second member of the Trinity.  Strange communion indeed.

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