The Astronaut

The astronaut floats weightless in space.

How tenuous his connection to reality! Just but one cord…

Truth is like a spiderweb. Each thread—gossamer and delicate—connected with the others in intricate pattern.

Fear not the spider!

Marriage is a form of socialism. He makes and she makes—and both share.

Oh, to tangle threads of truth! Beautiful, innocent, confusion…

Yet, I would not marry society.

What is his cord—but God? He who knows Christ sees the world stern.

Do you side with a woman? That is a casus belli. I have parted with “friends” for less.

Thus, does the astronaut float—noble, dignified, weightless.