Treasure Island

Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

Depends How We Use Its Presence


I like what the higher intelligence
says in “The Choice For Love” by
Rodegast, offering to be a teacher
whose value depends on how we
use its presence, not taking sides
because ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ are not
absolutes

Echoing the ideas of Giovanni Guareschi
in his Don Camillo series, where ‘Christ
am Hochaltar’ reiterates to the supplicating
priest He does not take sides in football
matches against Peppone’s communists

As well as the theories of Ayn Rand who
says context and situation will determine
what is the right thing to do, not some
absolute criterion followed blindly – so
dear spirit voice, full marks to you!

Submitted: Friday, December 26, 2008
Edited: Monday, April 13, 2009
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