of Friendship & Imagination
Old Oligarch discourses vastly and discursively on why the night is better than the day...And the night, especially after a drink or two, makes us enthusiastic again that we can hop over the walls of modern anonymity and pragmatism and share souls with someone, which I believe was Plato's definition of true friendship.
Fr. Robert Hugh Benson wrote of friendship (how's that for a segue?): "Now the consciousness of this friendship of Jesus is the very secret of the saints. Ordinary men can live ordinary lives, with little or no open defiance of God, from a hundred second-rate motives. We keep the commandments that we may enter into life; we avoid sin that we may escape hell; we fight against worldliness that we may keep the respect of the world. But no man can advance three paces on the road of perfection unless Jesus Christ walks beside him. It is this, then, that gives distinction to the way of the saint - and that gives him his grotesque in the eyes of the unimaginative world than the ecstasy of the lover?)...
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