CowPi Journal

Go see The Flash Mind Reader. It’s pretty cool. It really works.

But how does it work?

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For weeks, this one billboard only said, “I pooted.” We thought it was the oddest thing to put on a billboard. Child #1 had her suspicions.

Sure enough, the other night we saw the rest of the sign. It is an advertisement for the Cartoon Network with the cartoon character Cheese from Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. This cartoon is one our family’s favorites.

Now the three-year old goes around all day saying, “I pooted.”

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
   Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
   From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
   If I lack’d any thing.

“A guest,” I answer’d, “worthy to be here”;
   Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
   I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
   “Who made the eyes but I?”

“Truth, Lord, but I have marr’d them; let my shame
   Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “who bore the blame?”
   “My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down,” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
   So I did sit and eat.

— George Herbert (1633)

Any dose of humiliation is a reminder to look toward God, to recognize that we are ultimately powerless and are to live in the first Beatitude of poverty of spirit.
Humiliation hurts the little me, the part manufactured by my ego, the me I want to be, the me I thought I was. It does not hurt the true self. The true self probably just smiles at it all.