Permanent Exhibit

For instance, there’s a replica of Noah’s Ark, engineered to the Bible’s exact specifications, which just opened for business in Kentucky. I’d like to see it. I imagine standing in a line of granpaws and meemaws with concealed carry permits, telling their grandkids that without that long-ago Ark they wouldn’t be here. That we humans now can’t imagine how wicked the world used to be. I don’t know what to think about that; it’s hard to imagine one worse than we have. I do know that I’d like to continue living as I have, without getting shot in the head. But part of me can’t help thinking: it’s only a matter of time.

“Those who are stiff and rigid are the disciples of death. Those who are soft and yielding are the disciples of life.”