To jump in, so to speak, and I did get my boots muddy and wet, I sought the fountain nearest to my Maison Rustique. A battered twenty cent piece I had found in the Casino supermarket car park made an ideal first wish coin.
St. Sebastian has always been a favourite. Years ago I read that he was, among other things, the patron saint for homosexuals. I've always admired his almost langourous acceptance of the arrows which pierce his beautiful young body.
Life after the expulsion from the Garden of Eden has been absurd and challenging and a faith in some Greater Plan has been essential.
In our zeitgeist, where "god is dead", "you only live once", "you're worth it", "just do it", are the cornerstones, a defeated resignation, a "whatever", seems to replace his optimism and trust.
And so it goes.
Whatever.
Sorry, I just had to say it.
* "Whatever" is obviously an English language expression who's meaning is determined by the tone of voice that is used.
It is a word now past it's heyday, but it is still used, and I hope used as an ironic reference to the youth culture of recent years.
(according to www.urbandictionary.com)-
It was often used in an argument to admit that you are wrong without admitting it so the argument is over.
Man, whatever.
Or to indicate indifference to what a person is saying! Who cares! Get a Life!
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