ArchAngelTypo

As a young person I read way too many books that I should have reserved for when I was more mature.

The classics that fully exposed the frailties of the human condition.

The result was that, in many areas, I am devoid of the vision of classical archetypes. I have never sought miracles in others or myself.

Indeed, all that I hope for in people is a fundamental goodness that magically trumps their natural greed, ego and hypocrisy.

Mostly I am disappointed. And as I age my disappointment is greatly attenuated because I have gathered enough data and I now recognise the probabilities.

If there is one absolute truth in my universe, it’s regression to the mean in all matters homo sapiens.

All of that might sound a little jaundiced but let me assure you, it’s just the opposite.

Firstly I have been mercifully free of the disappointment of never finding an archetype. Or worse still finding one and then being utterly disappointed when reality intruded.

Secondly, my journey towards the mirth of the trailer park has simply been a very enjoyable tour of indecorous data-gathering.

And I’m telling you, it’s a lot easier getting over the outrage at hypocrisy than the eternal loss of the archetype.