I had this picture in a dream I had a while ago after I read a modern theology book. It was disappointing because the author just spit out one formulaic theological cliché after another. There wasn’t one original thought. It was like a cheap gum ball machine. I don’t like gum.
Why is it that when we fall into a theological position we fall in love with it and totally lose ourselves in it? From then on all our thoughts and words stream out of this secondary mind like ticker tape. I ask myself this question.
You can hear it when people are talking or writing. It’s so predictable. You’re not sure if you are conversing with a textbook or a living human being. And some people find this virtuous.
Those with original minds don’t upset the establishment because they have sweeter or bigger gum balls. It’s because they don’t deal in candy at all.