thoughts on the plane

Somehow I never saw miracle on 34th Street before. It was a great movie!

As the beaches of Germany recede, I'm struck by the slow joy that rises from goodness. For example, the Macy's toy department manager who has to reconcile the lack of immediate profit derived from a real Santa Claus sitting with the children, with the admiration of the mothers for the store for putting the children ahead of profits. He gets a "headache" because he knows where goodness lies, but his job is to value the material over the spiritual.

This is how it works! Goodness trickles out like a incipient creek high on an anonymous mountain, eventually creating a torrent of problems for those who consider themselves the worlds managers.

They will do all they can to dam up the creek... They will use dynamite. But it doesn't matter. There are too many creeks. Too many hills. There is the stillness of every human heart, where the Choice is made. And mostly made correct, once the stakes are high enough to be visible to the head.