Husbands of Our Soul
Senator McCarthy: “Are you now, or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party?” The Meddlesome Priest: “ Of course not, Senator, I have a soul. Members of the Communist Party, by definition, have no souls. Therefore, Senator…. Bailiff: “Remove The Meddlesome Priest. Next witness.” A soul is a kiss to build a dream on. Forgotten kisses are packed away in attic trunks awaiting curious cats. Like other things, they should not be counted along with years, lovers, and glasses of wine, Capella tells us. Fate, Fortune, and Destiny are the husbands of our soul. The first is imponderable, the last two are innumerable. Someone took the time to create the constellations so we could not count our souls in stars. Truth is the acceptance of the reality under the reality. Instruments and devices, play things of science, only measure obvious realities. We are the hidden realities, as Juliet put it so well; “ When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, ...