When you realize what a delightful thing analogies are, you start to see them everywhere. They allow for explanations that are succinct and easy to grasp. The same holds true for paradoxes. Suddenly the world is chock full of “contrary to what you’d expect…” statements. Everything becomes revolutionary and new.

I have always taken great comfort in being an iconoclast. I despise orthodoxy in all its guises. As a sideline, I also hate most religion, because it is everything I don’t like about theater, magnified. It’s arbitrary but pretends to be necessary, artificial while claiming to be real, and oppressive while supposedly liberating the human spirit.

It’s theater for squares. It’s Disneyland. It’s Mormon. It’s Paul Harvey. It’s ROTC. It’s white men in crew cuts in charge of everything.