One of my daughters just pointed out a helpful illustration from Narnia on the postmodernism business. A reasonable question that many might ask about the postmodernism jag that I am currently on is, “Why all the fuss?” Okay, already. We agree, for the most part. Why can’t we just keep our distinctives and have a little dialogue?
The issue is not the dialogue, but rather the fumes in the air. And what we need around here is that bracing smell of burnt marshwiggle. Because unless we have the smell of burnt marshwiggle, the end of the dialogue will be very different from the beginning of it.