Philosophy as a consolation for an imperfectly baked pie
Every home should be comfort-sized; every seat should be pleasure sized; every tree, the colour of beauty; every rose, the aroma of romance. Life is not like that, though: life is something that is never exactly as it should be. Homes are not that comfortable; seats aren't perfectly pleasurable; trees grow leaves that are either too small, or too pockmarked, for beauty; roses fail slightly to produce the perfect aroma of romance.
So, would you like a slice of pie? It's good, but it's not that good.
Pessimist. Imperfection is often more beautiful than perfection - especially with leaves and flowers (and people - but don't tell anyone I said that) and nature in general.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about your pie.
That's all right, the pie was metaphorical. Maybe that's why it was imperfect.
ReplyDeleteI fear that my mind is rather too pedestrian for pie metaphors.
ReplyDelete(Can you believe that I admitted that? I must be drunker than I'd supposed.)
If the pie or rose was perfect there'd be no incentive to make more pies/smell more roses.
ReplyDeleteWould pie by any other name taste as good? that anti snag-ism line that real men don't eat quiche but rather 'egg-pie' has never sat well with me.
ReplyDeleteI re-viewed Anne of Green Gables lately and was pained by the perpetual nastiness of the spoilt Avonlea brat "Josie Pye". She gives all pie a bad name.
Pi, too, for that matter.
ReplyDelete'Egg pie' is a vile name. I'm no SNAG, but that much I know. There's no such thing as 'egg pie' anyway. Or a 'vegetable pie'. If you've got pie with vegetables, not mince, in it, it's a pastie. Also, cheese and tomatoes should NEVER go in a pie.
That is all.