While I was feeding the cats I caught myself thinking these kinds of thoughts:
- "Silly cats. Probably don't know what time it is, seeing as how the days are lengthening and everything. They probably have no idea why the seasons change like this. Not like me. Ha!"
Then another thought cleared its throat:
- "Ahem. Glen, please do enlighten us, in your superior wisdom. Why do the seasons change like this?"
Now I'd dealt with myself before, so I had a pretty good idea what I was up against. There was sure to be a cunning trap laid ahead. So cautiously I proffered...
- "Well isn't it to do with the tilt of the earth and the orbit of the sun?"
There was a pause. Drat. I know I've thought something dumb when there's a pause...
- "... Hmmm. And that is why the seasons change is it??"
Dagnammit! He's always outwitting me.
- "No" I groaned "I suppose it's not why the seasons change."
- "Well then, do tell me why the seasons change."
- [Sigh] "Because they witness the progression of the gospel from Fall, through Death, to Firstfruits and then Summer."
- "Bravo Glen! Bravo!" (honestly I'm so condescending sometimes. It's like I'm constantly being talked down to. By myself. I wish someone would take me down a peg or two! Anyway, I drone on...) "And yet your instinctive explanation for the significance of the seasons was the tilt of the earth?? Well you're right, the cats may not "know" such exalted mysteries, but I wonder whether their view of reality is as faithless as yours. Glen, pray tell, is the gospel a gloss on "the natural world" or is it its heart and soul?"
- "Shut up and feed the cats"