Most fruit seems like a gift, but a pomegranate is the most extravagant. The seeds burgeon under the skin, and when you tear it open with a tart ripping sound, the byzantine arrangement within tells you that here, there is both order and design, and an unaccountable exuberance. The seeds shine. They glow like rubies, and you crunch them with your teeth and lick the blood of rubies off your lips.
Well, that's how I feel about pomegranates.
I was saying the rosary the other day. Chesterton says that if a thing is worth doing, it's worth doing badly. That's the only thing that kept me going with that morning's rosary: the idea that it's better to pray badly than to not-pray well. ...READ MORE