Barking Up the Wrong Tree
Almost 18 months ago, I vented here.
Yes, O frequent readers, you are correct: I do that all the time. But I’m referring to a specific post I did way back in those crazy days of January 2006. I know, we were all so young then….
It will only take two minutes to check it out and return to this post. Really. It will pop up in a new window and then you can close it and come back here.
Go there. Now.
As you know now, I expressed concern about those who see face of Jesus or the Virgin Mary in assorted patterns of paint, tree bark, or nacho warming trays. And like most of us who blog, I felt that my words surely would have a tremendous impact on society, that my brilliant exposition on this topic—viewed by at least 23 of the world’s opinion leaders—would avert any recurrences of such idiocy.
I was wrong.
Lo and behold, some folks in suburban Chicago are catching sight of their late mayor’s visage in the bark of a sycamore tree. If you want to see his actual face and supposed likeness, check out the CNN.com story, via AP, here.
Let’s play a quick game of Q &A with D.A.:
Does this bark pattern look like the deceased mayor?
Is it even close?
Are the people who see his face coming out of the tree fully in control of their mental faculties?
I think that covers the basics.
Yet it gets worse. One local woman—you guessed it—sees Jesus in the sycamore bark. In her words, anyone who sees the former mayor’s countenance has succumbed to the “power of suggestion.” True story.
There must be a greater power at work here than the power of suggestion. I call it the power of fantasy.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoy a good science fiction or fantasy story. Where I differ from some folks is that I keep a clear line between such fiction and reality. It’s hard sometimes when I can’t explain some of the things The Phoenix writes about, but I manage.
You see, I’m a sensible person. I’ve been bit by reason, and I want to keep it that way.
In this case, the bark is certainly worse than the bite.