Something Silly

"Isn't it funny how we all know that finding love and getting married will inevitably end in death and heartbreak, yet we want it more than anything else in the entire world?" said a friend of mine tonight with a smile. We were talking about the silliness of people. People are dreadfully silly, and that is what makes them so fun. That is why I could of walked around New York City for hours, looking at all the silly people walking about (looking quite silly with all their bags), that is why I can watch movies about silly people who fall in love in silly ways, that is why I can spend hours with all my silly friends talking about silly things. These sillinesses (Damn the red line that tells me that silliness can't be plural) we pass off to be general insanity, general quirkiness. They are not of much consequence.

And then there is a silliness that is terrifyingly large, so important as to change the destiny of gods and demons. It is a madness that is somehow sane, a disordered flow of logic that for some reason seems to be ordered. To the naked eye, the silliness of love, not just love, but Love, and (H)ope and (F)aith are mad. "You believe in something you can't see? You have hope in something not guaranteed? You would die so another may live?" These are the questions that a computer might put forth, or even more terrifying, someone who has grown old. But to the child who fights dragons in his sleep it is just second nature.

Which, when you think about it, is rather silly.

That is the truth of it though, just look around you. It is within our nature to trust the unseen and step out blindly into the dark. Those who don't, well they suffer a fate worse than death. They grow old. Maybe that is why Peter Pan said of death, "To die would be an awfully big adventure", not because he was brave, but because he was silly. He was human. He lived, and he lived abundantly.

Paradoxically, to be silly is not silly at all. It is childish, but the more I live the more I realize that to be a child is to be fulfilled. To be a child is to be sane.

I leave you with this, oh one or two valued readers. Never stop being silly. Whether being silly is waving your arms like a jellyfish or getting down on your knees and praying to God, those who truly understand life are the silliest of us all.

Peace,
The Boy Pilgrim